Lindsey’s Daily Deal

By Lindsey Campbell, Captains of Industry

Hey Captains’ Readers,

Here’s your Friday Deal:

1. Tell your story with a web video. And that’s an order.

Atten-tion! O.K. troops, if we’ve said it once, we’ve said it a thousand times; people like to watch web videos that tell a story. Lieutenant David Meerman Scott knows what we’re talking about. In fact, Lt Scott’s most recent post ,“Citizen journalists love interesting experiences” showcases at least three web videos that tell a story, the most recent being his experience flying in a V-22 Osprey tilt rotor aircraft during Boston’s Marine Week. So hup to. Go out and tell your stories to the world with web video, or you’ll be scrubbing toilets with your toothbrush for a week.

Dis-missed!

2. Hey Omar Al-Bashir, I’ve got my eye on you

Amnesty International is sick and tired of world leaders who violate basic human rights, so they had Leo Burnett create a social network cleverly named, Tyrannybook. The network aims to generate more awareness about the “countless atrocities that take place all around the globe” and hopefully raise more support for Amnesty’s causes. To see what the “most wanted” tyrants are up to, join the network. Your membership might just help give back someone’s right to life, liberty, security, and above all, to be recognized as a person.

3. Get Waisted

If the mere thought of wearing a bikini, tankini, or anything else with an “ini” at the end of it makes you feel more flabulous than fabulous, then you might not be quite ready for summer. But thankfully, a Miss Belle Bouton might be able to help. She’s the spokes-bellybutton for Mama Mio, the creator of the “Get Waisted Body Shaping Serum.” And even if you don’t get a ripped, tanned tummy from this stuff, watching some lady’s bellybutton sing with her tattooed ukulele might just be more entertaining than a day at the beach anyway.

4. What the *%#!

I’ll be the first to admit that I swear like a sailor. And to my mother’s dismay, I have no desire to quit. When an expletive comes flying out of my mouth, I get this warm tingly feeling that travels from my potty-like mouth right down to my toes. And no, my obscenity-loving ways has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I have a lack of vocabulary. I’m a writer for Pete’s sake. I can pull out an acroamatic word in my sleep. And I’m not alone. According to AgencySpy, Matt O’Roourke and Ale Lariu from McCaan Erickson created an LLC called Kidsista, a group dedicated to making “biggest effing list of cuss words, ever.” Why? Most agencies are inundated with really smart, sharp and creative people who are under immense pressure and constantly facing looming deadlines. So you can imagine the kinds of profanities that can bloom from such surroundings and a bunch of clever smart alecks. And you can join in the hoopla too. Enter a unique swear to their website, they’ll add it to their database for all to see, and you’ll receive an invite to attend Kidsista’s party on May 13th in NYC. For some examples of some wacky blasphemes, check out Matt Van Hoven’s post.

(To Lindsey’s Mom: I would like to note that I didn’t swear once in this entire post about swearing. Happy Mother’s Day.)

Until Monday,

Captain Lindsey