gerard unger
dean yeagle
richard bazley ron ferdinand jerry king live nancy beiman ken davies Oliver ChristiansonRodney Rascona
There is something about dotcoms. Everybody
needs one. It is difficult these days to think that until a few
years ago, people actually lived without dotcoms. Chances are that
if you dont know about dotcoms now-a-days, then you probably
belong to out-of-this-world.com
Like the other day at a party, I met hic.com. He looked a little
funny after his fourth round. He zig-zagged up to me and said, Great-party.com.
I didnt know what to say, so I mumbled, Yeah-yeah.com.
He laughed. Either he got the joke or he was high! The host of the
evening was a lady. She wore the in-thing on the fashion scene.
A glowing white-gown with black dots all over. These fashion gurus
will cash in on anything. Like the other day, I spotted this shapely-young-thing
in the neighbourhood who was catwalking down the lane in a skimpy
outfit and two huge dots cut out on her you-know-where. Now the
next time you find holes in your underwear, you know whom to blame
it on the dotcom revolution!
Tell you what? One-day teenagers are going to ask over the Internet
Your dotcom or mine? An eminent educationalist ABC.com who
teaches XYZ.com is of the view that sex-education on the Internet
is the pits. She rues that the graphic display on the subject is
nowhere close to the birds-and-the-bees theory we all grew up with.
Dotcoms are now an integral part of our lives and cannot be ignored.
Hold your senses and be prepared to read the newspapers of the future,
with headlines such as:
Buxom-betty.com knocks the daylights out of Funny-fellow.com
Percy.com loses her innocence at No-mercy.com
China.com declares war on America.com
So, the other day a seven-year-old-something
came up to me and asked,
whatdoyoucallyour.com?
I said, idonthavea.com
And he retorted Welcome alien. This is planet www.earth.com!
By Felix Foo
In advertising not to be different is virtually suicidal.
— Bill Bernbach