Honestly, people? You think forcing me to sit through an advert before I can watch a Nostalgia Critic review or whatever is going to make me predisposed to buying your product?
You do understand that I make a point of immediately muting and ignoring your adverts? I hereby promise to never, ever buy any fucking product that advertizes itself in an invasive, aggressive, inconvenient or inconsiderate manner, and that includes this stupid-ass technique.
There's a very worrying trend of advertisers being determined to push the boundaries of basic civility when it comes to getting their product "recognized." Techniques such as "directed sound" and brutally disruptive product placement are annoying and rude, but they seem to have no problem with it.
All advertisers seem to be incredible mongoloids.
I think they forget that all they need to do is get their product known - to those who actually might want their product. Slip it into the cultural subconscious. You don't need to batter me on the head with an advert for KY Jelly's new product, assholes, I know what KY Jelly is and I have seen the product at the stores. Forcing me to watch the advert six times in one day isn't helping you.
You can tell something is wrong with a marketing man's brain when he starts measuring the success of an advert by how many people remember it and how many people are "aware" of the brand, then concludes that the best way to improve their efficacy is to make their adverts so ubiquitous, obnoxious and relentless that nobody fucking notices the advert anymore. There's something to be said for that level of idiocy.
I can understand things like Coca-Cola having an advertising campaign, but you've got some serious explaining to do if you really think I need to wade through ads for credit cards, cars and local plumbers. I won't let my purchase of a motor vehicle be influenced by slow-motion clips of your shitmobile going through puddles, or disturbingly affectionate pornography of it in a showroom while you tell me it's only going to cost me a small fucking mortgage.
If you made a commercial where your fail-wagon ran over kittens to the dulcet tones of Children of Bodom or Whitney Houston after a dozen blunts (too soon?), I'd at least give you credit for being baldly tasteless, but the car-porn is really not fucking necessary when I'm trying to get some productive actual-porn watching done, got it?
And no matter how smarmy the advert, nothing can hide the fact that your beer tastes like gibbon sweat.
Also, how much do these fucking adverts cost? Couldn't you donate this shit to a deserving charity?
Or, you know, just fuck off and let me watch a hyperactive man-child "review" 90s movies with all the wit and sophistication of a pair of fornicating kittens under your windowsill at 4 in the morning just before you head to the kitchen for the car keys.
Somehow, he and everything I've said in the journal, don't strike me as quite as offensive as having to watch adverts for sub-par sexual lubricant six god-fucking-damn times in a row. Stick that shit unobtrusively in the corners of the page - if I give a fuck, I'll click on it for more information. Ok?
Everyone wins. You don't need to spend $10,000 on a commercial, don't need to force me to watch it, just need to make a two-buck .GIF image.
Like those adverts down the bottom of FurAffinity that we all happily ignore. See? It all works, there's the proof.
I get to look at my incorrigibly perverted porn-art, you get to go die in a fire. The human race as a whole benefits.