I’m a Geico caveman fanatic. In thinking about it, I’ve concluded the cause is a mid-life connection to my childhood, when naked trolls with long tangled pink hair were popular. Everytime a Geico caveman commercial comes on, I stop everything to watch it, even though I’ve seen them so many times.

Is this a stroke of marketing genius? I’m not convinced. I haven’t switched to Geico. I’ve been with the same auto insurance company for 10 years. But, I love their commericals. I love the way the cavemen cock their heads. I love their cute tempers. I especially love their quirky culture and social habits.

I must be in the exact demographic that marketing companies target for odd and unusual things. They’re reaching me, but they haven’t persuaded to me to change my habits. Microsoft’s Ms. Dewey didn’t lure me away from Google or Yahoo!. Geico’s adorable Aussie lizard didn’t make me pick up the phone to call Geico.

Not even this playful website converted me into a customer. But, I spent an hour there anyway.

Snooping Around a Guy’s Pad

Geico has created a Cavemans Crib website, where people like me can party with the cavemen.

With the same kind of Ms. Dewey“what will happen if I do this” antics and snide remarks by your host, the caveman in this site welcomes you to his party while dressed in his bathroom. He invites you to relax and maybe read a magazine while he gets ready. But that’s not what I did.

I visited the kitchen. Clicked on the gihungus TV. Tripped the electrical circuit by using his microwave. Listened to his phone voice messages. Tickled the shrimp cocktails on the counter. Went down the hall and spied on him. Snuck into his laptop and read his email. Got a recipe for smoked Hungarian Paprikash. Played songs on his stereo.

Sometimes Mr. Caveman would show up, usually to scold me.

I asked Ms. Dewey for her search results on “Geico cavemen” and she said, “Sorry. I can’t talk about that. My hands are tied.”

If you can bare with the FLASH load times, this site is entertaining. Granted, the cavemen are nowhere near as sexy as Ms. Dewey, (you get a quick glimpse of his hairy chest as he leaves the room to get ready for the party) but the website is so simple, even Cre8pc can use it.

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This post is dedicated to my husband, Eric, Matt Bailey and Christine Churchill - Happy Birthday!

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