Ads for 'Innovative' products from the future

In an attempt to be innovative, companies are constantly adding more of the same stuff in their products. New 'technology' and 'features' are designed to make our lives easier. While this might be true in many cases, have these two products from the future gone too far?

Product from 2016: Gillette Super7

Tagline:

Gillette: How blade are we?

Slogan: 

When your stubble is too stubborn for six slicers.

Copy:
The number seven is the number of balance. Not as many as eight, but far superior to six, Super7 has just the right number of blades for a super comfortable shave, should you still have any skin left on that face. This time (as usual) we promise a super close shave and you have no choice but to believe us as our brand ambassador, recently rehabbed pop star, Justin Bieber shows his clean-shaven mug.
[Note: Actual results may differ depending on whether or not you have real hair growing on your face]

Product from 2012: Facebook version 1 million

Tagline + Slogan:

Art: Facebook version 1 million 

Copy: 

Want to show the friends you don't have in real life how many friends you really have? Have you ever pondered existential questions like when you will die, how good you are in bed or which Bollywood star you are? Do you want all your communication with family and friends to be reduced to a 'Like' or 'hai hru doing'? Then Facebook is the thing for you! Secretly pry on your partner's hot friend's photographs and go a step further with the super poke 3D, which lets you poke people - in 3D! But that's not all. You can like stuff you could never imagine, as our brand ambassadors' status message proves. So what are you waiting for? It's time you got a life, it's time you got Facebook.

Aghast at a blast from the past

It can rake up a lot of emotions to stumble onto some thing from the past. Recently, I re-discovered one of my projects at sourceforge.net: http://doomoo.sf.net and can't help but marvel at my creativity and talent in those days. It was essentially a blogging platform I had created called "Doomoo's diary" using PHP and files before I had heard of the word 'blog'.

It also has some interesting things like my mixed twin guitar recordings and some not-awful poetry. I kinda cringe at some of it now, but it's nice to see how my talent has been eroded in the past 8-odd years. Would some decisions have made things different? Maybe. Maybe not. But here we are.

Day 7 - IPL 2

Good news for Chennai Super Kings - Flintoff is injured. He was the most expensive expensive bowler in the tournament so far. Will this mean a change in fortune?

About the match, RCB put up a good fight to end up with 168. Another one of the 'test' players (not Dravid this time) played well - Kallis with a brisk 62. Seeing how Chennai suffered under lights yesterday, I predicted a victory for the Royal Challengers if they bowled their pace bowlers. Unfortunately, I assumed a similar bowling attack and discounted the lower target. Kings XI are finally on the board. KP walks out dejected - another expensive Brit delivering too little.

P.S: Prempanicker is a good follow on Twitter.

The problem with Rogerafa finals...

... is that you never know whom to cheer for! Both are so likeable and so brilliant; Federer, a match short of being joint number 1 in the all-time Grand Slam list and Nadal already at his best Australian Open performance.

Before we go there though, what a tiring semi-final that was to watch between Nadal and Verdasco: 6-7, 6-4, 7-6, 6-7 and 6-4! Even the last game was played with as much brute force and power as the first. I was cheering for the underdog Verdasco, screaming something incomprehensible in Spanish which I later found out means, "Fernando, do you know Spanish, Fernando!" The wife subtly raised an eyebrow in the hope that there was no repeat of the Wimbledon finals of 2008 where a neighbour came checking on us to see if we were having a medical emergency. Anyway, what a match! Almost as great as the Wimbledon final last year, but not quite. I loved how Alan Wilkins of Star Sports described it (although he gets a tad repetitive sometimes) - there was nothing semi about this match.

For my big bwadder's sake who often confuses himself with the former World no 1, I hope that the five hour marathon has taken something out of Rafa, but for my wife's strange friend who for some stranger reason calls Nadal 'Chimpion', I hope the king of clay does well. What this means, however, is that there will be no more loud Espanol from me on Sunday.

P.S: My prediction - Roger. Yours? Leave a comment.
Update: Wah!

Victory?

Sometimes you see a trailer of a movie and just know that it's going to be a flop.

Having said that, I just know that I'm going to watch 'Victory'. Expectations from a movie couldn't get lower... well maybe they could. Love Story 2050. Shudder.

What are people thinking!

More beef

I foresee some sort of politicalization of this.

Musings

It's been an unusually morose month or so. Call it the onset of quarter-life crisis, or just the fact that a new dream is clipped every few days (just the other day I realised that I can no longer be a sportsperson), it's a very dark phase of life. I've been contemplating changes in my career, escape and a number of thoughts one usually harbours when at the nadir of one's moods.

I haven't had access to the blog because of an HP dealer who has pretty much stolen my laptop. He was supposed to pay me a paltry sum for it and give me my data back. I haven't yet gotten any of those, so most of the blogging time is spent in cutting aliens down to size in Halo 3.

I have a strange prescience about things, and I feel that right now I'm going through one of those phases where I get depressed before something bad happens. I suppose we are all connected to the universe in some way and once in a way, we get some information arbitrarily and since our conscious mind can't interpret it, we translate it as incomprehensible and blame it on something more tangible. Or maybe it's just hindsight bias. I feel like some sort of guru right now, enlightened and completely at peace. Humor eludes me, but I think of the Scottish castle and pristine fields of my dreams that make me feel very happy.

Meanwhile, the foreboding feeling grows.

Another Rogerafa final...

...and I'm rooting for the underdog. Make no mistake, Federer on this surface, against this opponent, at this tournament is the underdog.

Prediction though, is a Rafa victory. :( Any other predictions? (Make me happy now!)

Obama or Hillary?

None. McCain. Why? Ever seen a black or lady American president? Must be a good reason for that, don't you think?

Prediction Time

Ok, predictions for 'Super Sunday' are as follows:

1. India Seniors vs Aussies - India lose finals 2-0. :(

2. India Juniors vs SA - India Juniors beat SA in a cliffhanger.

Pray prediction #1 doesn't come true!

Mes prévisions - Part 2!

Ok, so maybe the victory margin wasn't entirely accurate, but you must give me credit for predicting the result at a time when Australia was going down, down, down. Oh well...

Go, India, go!

As I write this, we've got Australia on the floor at 77 for 5 with a run rate barely crawling up to 3. C'mon India, chak de and all that, kick their butt!

Ok, prediction time: Aus 216 for 7.

India: 190 all out.

Pray this doesn't come true!!!

Mes prévisions

I predicted at the beginning of the fourth day of the third Test at Perth that Oz would be all out for 326, and had Dravid not grassed that Mitchell Johnson catch at slip, I could well have been right. Oh well, a 4% variance isn't that bad. Does anyone know any legal betting sites?