I’d like to talk to you about U.S. Patent # 174465, also known as the phone, our country’s most prized possession and/or obsession. At any one time, there are 100 million phone conversations taking place in our country, five of which are happening in my house alone, and all of which are on a cell phone that happens to be no more than five feet away from a corded phone. My family—like yours—loves their cell phones. They don’t just flip open and click, they do music, photos, text messaging, videos and Internet. About the only thing they don’t do is put you to bed at night, but then, I guess, that’s what lullaby ring tones are for.
Of course, it’s not just our kids; it’s all of us. We’re all addicted to the cell phone. Be honest…what’s the first thing you do when you get in the car…it’s not turning on the ignition…it’s dialing someone on the phone, right? Now, I’ll spare you my rant on driving with cell phones, but I will offer this one piece of advice: if you’re pulling out of parking spot in the middle of a crowded lot, with a Big Mac in your hand—that is probably not the time to dial your aunt in Slovakia—and my wife knows exactly what I’m talking about.
Sure, we could offer a helping hand to these troubled folks—a twelve-step program to help detox off the cell…or we could be the “friendly pusher” who enables those individuals with the products that will keep them happy…and our company’s name on the top of their minds. I suppose I don’t have to tell you what I’m choosing.
Of course, we’ll have to give them a product they don’t have…and let me tell you, cell phone addicts have everything. Except one. It’s called the Wind-Up Flashlight /Cell Phone Charger. This thing is cool. With three white LED lights and rechargeable batteries inside, this is the cell phone charger you go to in an emergency. And what bigger emergency can you imagine in life than being without your cell phone. It has five cell phone adapters included: Samsung, Nokia, Motorola, Ericcson & LG. It has a push button on/off switch and rubber grips on the side. And one more thing, it has a wind up flashlight to boot, so you can find that lost cell phone in the dark, stopping those inevitable shakes of panic. Like I always say, one country’s obsession is another person’s marketing solution.
Speaking of obsession, I’m off to the couch with my own little addiction called the remote control. Until next time, think about this, “if we love our cell phones so much, how come we hate everyone else’s.”
My father used to pace around the house in his “thinking underwear” yelling, “Where’s the spam…Where’s the spam?” It’s not that he liked spam. In fact, he hated it. It was the idea of spam he loved, or more accurately, the fact that a can of spam is opened every four seconds. The statistic gave him goosebumps. It still does. “Every four seconds,” he would whisper softly. “That’s all we can ask for.” You see, as a marketer of promotional products, all he wanted to do was find the “thing” everyone wanted, then deliver it. It was that simple to him.
Well, guess what? I found the spam. I know what we all want and need, especially if you live in my house. It’s called money. Like an ATM machine, I reach into my wallet five times before breakfast…and my kids know all my secret passwords. Of course, the spam isn’t really the money; it’s the wallet. We might not reach for it every four seconds, but we reach for it often enough…that when we do…we should be reaching for a wallet with your company’s name or logo on it.
Well, meet the Cutter & Buck Money Clip Card Case. Its magnetic money clip secures loose bills, while its convenient pocket holds credit cards and notes. And, of course, it’s packaged in a 2-piece Cutter & Buck gift box. And before you start saying it’s too small, let me say right here—fat wallets are out. With apologies to my grandpa and his own fat wallet—complete with 20 expired credit cards and a stack of 1945 receipts tied inside a rubber band—sleek and streamlined is now in. Truth is, all we really need to get by is a license, a few cards and a wad of cash for our greedy offspring.
Where’s the spam…right there in your pocket.
Speaking of which, I’m off to the bank to reload my ATM machine. Until next time, remember what Woody Allen says, “Money is better than poverty, if only for financial reasons.”
Walk into my fathers office and you can pretty much guarantee two things: one, he is asleep when you get there and two, there is some sort of odd sculpture sitting on his desk. Right now, he has this paper clip-fortune cookie attached to some “green slime” he picked up from a Nickelodeon Convention.
Outside of keeping your brand on the forefront of your customer’s awareness, my father always said there were two main objectives in every promotional product giveaway: get someone to pick it up and then get someone to say “what is it?” Nine out of ten times, someone would pick up his latest creation and do just that. As for the tenth time, well, let’s just say Mom has had quite enough of his “clever creations,” especially when they always seem to end up in her hands on Valentines’ Day.
And every time someone asked my father what it was they were holding, he would smile and say the same thing, “That my friend is the power of promotion.”
And, for that matter, so is our Icon Stix & Stonz Deluxe. This promotional toy includes 8 steel “stonz” and 12 magnetic “stix” that are packed in a re-usable gift tin. It’s a conversation piece. It’s a desk ornament. It’s a gift that draws you to pick it up and say what is it. More than that, it’s a gift that invites your client to start building—to doodle, play, free your mind and create. That’s a product my father would be proud to put on his desk.
Well, I’m off for a few days. I’m going to the Tuscon Scrabble Tournament—no sesquipedalophoiacs allowed, meaning those who fear long words. Until next time, remember what Heraclitus said, “Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.”
In the Belgian province of Antwerp, there is a small town called Duffel, population 16,019. It is here where the simple bag of cloth was born many years ago. The makers of this bag—in their infinite wisdom—called it the Duffel Bag. Today, it is a staple of American Life. Originally used by soldiers, it is now widely accepted as an essential bag for anyone traveling outdoors, or needing to carry sports equipment.
Our Boundry Duffel is the latest in a long line of sturdy duffel products, complete with both a zippered shoe pocket and a large end pocket for accessories, not to mention an exterior collapsible water bottle pocket, along with a detachable, adjustable shoulder strap. Personally, I think this is an ideal promotional gift. It’s universal. We all play sports, and if we don’t, our spouses do, or at least our kids. It’s advertisement that’s always on the go.
Come on, I dare you to find someone who doesn’t have something to carry in this beautiful bag—volleyballs, baseballs, bats, helmets and badminton rackets? How about yoga mats and incense or boxing gloves and extra teeth. Hockey pucks and jock straps. Skateboards, swimming suits, goggles, basketballs, tennis shoes, footballs, scuba gear, fishing gear, golf balls and javelins. It’s as limitless as your ability to get out into the world and start exercising.
In fact, my family and I are out of here right now. Being the athletic family we are, we’ve got the duffel bag loaded up with Monopoly, a few towels and a pile of Kit Kats. Until next time, “enjoy the outdoors.”
To come perfectly clean: I have just spent the last eight hours watching a “24” marathon on TV. To make matters worse, it’s Tuesday, in the middle of the day and I’m not sick, tired or out of work. Oh, and I have Tivo.
My day started normal enough. I got dressed for work, grabbed my coffee and headed out of the kitchen for the fifteen-step commute to my office in the back of the house. But, I should have never gone the through the living room. Because there it was—the remote control—right there in plain sight. Okay, it was under the couch, but just the same, it was calling to me, begging me to click the shiny red button in the top corner. Next thing I know, my kids are home from school, pulling pizza crumbs off my shirt. I asked them if they learned anything, than slithered away to my office in shame.
My name is Virgil Winston…and I am a television addict.
And I take no comfort in the knowledge that I am not alone. I am fully aware that there are more television sets in the United States than there are people in Japan. Six of them are in my house alone. I suppose I can take comfort that not one of them is in the bathroom. My point: it’s time to start reading. It’s time to join the good folks in Iceland, who read more books per capita than any other people in the world. Now, whether this has anything to do with their TV reception is beside the point. What matters is this: we can’t allow ourselves to become spuds at the cost of our minds.
There are a lot of books out there. In fact, one new book is published every 16 seconds. For those folks who are reading them: good job. For those that aren’t: well, chances are you’re not even reading this. But, just in case you are: give reading a chance. As they say on one of my favorite commercials, “the more you know, the more you grow.”
Rush Imprint wants to help you find your way. They’re doing it with their ultra cool Book Markers. These are handsome and nicely weighted metal Book Markers, which can be clipped securely to books, ledgers and note pads. More than that, they are the ideal way to get your custom imprint read time and again, page after page.
So, what are you waiting for—I hope it’s not the commercial. Start reading today. Make the world a smarter place. Starting with yourself.
As for me, I’m going to go curl up in bed with a good book. I’ll tell my wife to keep the TV on low. Until next time, remember the words of P.J. O’Rourke, “Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.”
I still remember my ninth birthday. The whole beautiful thing—friends, family, presents, games, cake, candles and, of course, Uncle Isadro, who at the end of my party, put his teeth back in his mouth, raised his scotch to me and said, “Kid, ten million people share your birthday…you’re not that special.”
Now, Isadro was a bitter old man who obviously never had kids, let alone a wife or, for that matter, friends, but I was an impressionable young kid and his words had a profound affect on me. I felt anonymous and uninteresting—not the best gift for a nine year old. I made a wish and then blew out the candles, convinced that with all the other wishes that day, I didn’t stand a chance. And, sure enough, Julie Andrews and I never married.
Now, had it not been for the word “lieutenant” who knows how long I might have stayed in that gloomy state of depression. That was the word that won me first place at the annual spelling bee at the Jim Morrison Elementary School. To this day, I can still remember the feeling I had when I picked up that trophy. It weighed no more than a few ounces, but it had my name on it. First Prize. Best Speller. I felt out of all the billions of people in this world, there was no one who could claim what I had just won. I felt special…and what with Uncle Isadro back in rehab, no one was going to take that away from me.
Truth is, we all need to feel special. We all need to stand out once in awhile. This is why we need to reward others…and when we do, we need to make it count. We need to present awards that reflect how we genuinely feel about those we honor. The Extra Terrestrial Medium is the answer. This award is not just bold and unique, but it’s futuristic, giving the distinct impression that you were “looking at things to come.” That’s a message we should all send. Each piece is a unique work of art with differing color and size—the perfect award to recognize achievements that are out of this world.
Well, I got to run. It’s tango night at the Y—proof positive that no one in the world can dance as bad as me. Until next time, “If you want to stand out, don’t be different; be outstanding.”
Alright, I’m going to flip flop a little from my last post. The only thing cooler than an Etch-A-Sketch, would be an Etch-A-Sketch satellite system, complete with laser gun, infrared scope and rappelling rope. Yes, I still passionately love low tech and stupid, but, at the end of the day, there is nothing better than cool. I think half of America would agree with me, even if it is the half that, as my wife would say, “doesn’t know better.”
In fact, I’m proud to say I’ve seen every James Bond every movie ever made and, the truth is, if I wasn’t in the promotional product business, I’d probably be an agent myself. My family gets embarrassed when I say that out loud (as if saving the world was a bad thing), but I don’t care what the world thinks. Agents have always been misunderstood. And, besides, I don’t squash their dreams, do I? Even when my wife says that one-day she wants to cook a pasta dish that people will like. As if that’s going to happen.
I admit it…I have the spy bug. I like things fast and dangerous, with lots of cool looking gadgets, starting with the USB 1.1 Memory Pen & Laser Pointer. Yes, it’s a pen. Yes, it’s a pointer. But, open it up and it’s a USB 128MB jump drive for putting every secret document you ever had, or at least your grocery list. It comes in a cool case and would make any gadget lover weep—man or woman. And, oh yes, women love gadgets, too. And I think it’s high time woman come out of the closet and admit it. Go ahead say it out loud, “I am woman…and I love gadgets, too.” Feel better.
This pen combo is a great promotional gift for anyone looking for a little spice in their life. Go ahead; give it a try. Let it bring out your inner spy.
As Jack Bauer from “24” says, “I got to go.” My son’s kite fell into the neighbors yard…and my wife says, “I’m going in.” Until next time, wish me luck.
This just in: 27% of all male college students believe life is a meaningless existential hell, which brings me right to our featured product of the day: the Etch-a-Sketch Key Chain. My regular readers know what I’m talking about. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I believe we need to lighten up a little, to stop thinking about the grittiness of life and start “living on sponge cake and watching the sun bake.” It’s time to lay back in the proverbial sun, turn off our minds and start “wasting away in Margaritaville.” Figuratively speaking, of course.
You know it’s true. Our toys are so adult like—cool, high tech, expensive and functional that we’ve all but forgotten how to be lazy, purposeless and silly. Well, I’m here to end that, to challenge brave men and women everywhere to take action: to perform more random acts of senseless fun. And, for my money, the Etch-A-Sketch keychain is a good first step. It’ll take you straight back to your childhood. You remember that, don’t you? All those wonderful hours spent twisting the knobs of your Etch-A-Sketch, creating elaborate Frank Lloyd Wright creations, only to shake them up and start all over again.
With this perfect promotional gift, you won’t just carry your keys; you’ll carry your childhood. That’s a gift that lasts forever.
Well, I got to go. It’s time for me to start searching for “my lost shaker of salt.” It may be October, but as far as I’m concerned, there’s still “a warm wind to blame.” Until next time, see you in Margaritaville.
The cosmos contains approximately 50,000,000,000 galaxies, with somewhere near 1,000,000,000,000 stars in each galaxy. Underneath those stars, there are 6,526,685,554 people on earth, which may not mean much to you, until you consider that if the entire population of China were to run past you in single file, you would not live long enough to see the end of the line. It’s a big world and, yet, there is one thing we all have in common, each and every one of us—from Anyang, China to Dakota City, Iowa—we all love the weather. “Just how cold is it going to be…and should I bring a coat.”
We don’t just love it. We’re weather freaks, especially my wife’s side of the family. In fact, my father-in-law was a frustrated meteorologist, who gave up a promising career on Flagstaff, Arizona’s Channel 14…all because a severe hail storm hit in 1973, moments after he called for a “few scattered clouds with mild temperatures in the mid 70’s.”
Everyone told him it wasn’t his fault, but he felt disgraced, and unable to look the town folk in the eye, he eventually moved east, where he retired as a postman, carrying mail through rain, sleet, snow and on sad days, even hail.
I could say I digressed, but since I never really began in the first place…let me just get to it…and tell you I have an item here that is just the right gift for 6.5 billion people, with special Rush Imprint pricing for anything over 2 billion. It’s the High Sierra Tahoe Weather Station. With a sleek modern design, this weather station features an alarm clock with snooze, month/day/year calendar, while displaying temperature in Fahrenheit or Celsius. It also has a powerful LED backlight and a remote thermometer that you can put outdoors, all packaged in a nice gift box from High Sierra.
And, remember, nobody ships to China faster than Rush Imprint.
Well, I’m off to get some pepper. I’ve been trying to convince my son it’s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open…and he’s been trying to prove me wrong for a week. Poor kid. Until next time, remember what my father-in-law says, “If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.”
Today, I want to talk about Frisbees, also called “pie tins,” Pluto Platters and in Rush Imprint’s case, the 9” Flyer. First off, let’s just say I’m a nostalgic freak. I love Hula Hoops, 3-D glasses and the Fonz, not to mention Ozzie & Harriet and Father Knows Best, black and white shows that came on before I was even born. Truth is, if I had the Flux Capacitor, the invention that Dr. Brown used to make time travel possible in the Back to Future Films, I would certainly go back to simpler times.
Now, my wife would call that pathetic, arguing that even knowing what a flux capacitor is, was all the evidence she needed to prove I didn’t have a real date until the day I met her. While, she’s wrong by a good two months, there’s no denying that I represent a lot of people out there, individuals who secretly wish we lived in simpler times.
Well, now with the 9” flyer, we can have it. It’s the perfect promotional toy to bring out not just the kid in us, but the nostalgic. Ever since students at Yale were throwing around a few pie tins from the Frisbie Pie Company back in the mid 1950’s, over 200 million units have been sold. We love them. It’s more than a hobby for kids and dogs, it’s a sport—two sports, in fact: Ultimate Frisbee and Frisbee Golf, which are perfect for companies of all sizes—competitive and easy to play. It’s a great team building activity. And guess, what…your name is on every flyer. For instructions on how to play, go to http://www2.upa.org/index.php for Ultimate Players Association or http://www.pdga.com/ for the Professional Disc Golf Association. You’ll be glad you did.
Well, I’m off to the South Texas Origami Convention, where I’m entering my “Portuguese Swan” in the competition…if my wife hasn’t shredded it. Until next time, remember, “nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.”