Dave, the channel with quite watchable re-runs late at night, but the most annoying links anywhere in creation... Why would smug, over-moneyed twats appeal to me? Why would I care about their badly CGI'd ways of filling their empty, shallow lives? I don't assume they are a little bit quirky and fun because they dress in zany ways. I think they are annoying twats.
And after the links, more advertising. What is this obsession with our digestive systems? What is 'slow transit'? Should I really buy imodium to deal with my Handbag Full of Leaves? Is every bright young modern woman's only worry sudden onset diaorrhea? Do actimel and yakult actually do anything? Is 'bloating' the new chlamydia?
I'd rather have the Co op sellng me tasteful funerals.
A cat is sat on my arms.I must go.
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
Dave and Digestion
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Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Advertising and porn
Kleenex Mansize - keeping elephants and whales in inappropriately restrictive housing for our amusement. Has no one notified PETA? Does anyone think anything but, 'Aren't those poor creatures miserable?'
What are advertisers thinking, most of the time? For every 'Bring on the trumpets', there's another two of the 'no one notices really poor dubbing' school... I for one will never buy Halls Mentholyptus again.
OR any magazine that thinks it's acceptable to rhyme anything with chocolate bick-ee.
And, never mind how those pigeons manage to grip an old school, breeze block style pc with their little wizened pigeon-toes, but why does that absent-minded executive not realise that he doesn't actually need his own screen and keyboard? Or perhaps buy a memory stick? I know the pigeons would be grateful. This from the company trying to sell video-conferencing software to the skype generation.
However, I am buying the first mascara advertised without smallprint explaining exactly what fakery has gone into making their vapid bimbette's eyelashes look longer. She's being paid to use their mascara, and is still using lash insets, and photo enhancements. Well, I surmise it's a shit mascara, then. QED.
Today I took work home for the first time. I suppose it may go some way to justifying having a work laptop at home, but it still rankles. Once they find out I'll do stuff at home, there really will be no escape. Still, it's not like I've actually done it yet, or that I won't get paid for it, should I eventually do it. If I can be arsed.
I saw a nice comment from lauriepink today, wisely comparing Japanese and Victorian culture/porn. From the strictest repression comes the most disturbing perversions. Always bear that in mind when trying to get children to behave, boys and girls.
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What are advertisers thinking, most of the time? For every 'Bring on the trumpets', there's another two of the 'no one notices really poor dubbing' school... I for one will never buy Halls Mentholyptus again.
OR any magazine that thinks it's acceptable to rhyme anything with chocolate bick-ee.
And, never mind how those pigeons manage to grip an old school, breeze block style pc with their little wizened pigeon-toes, but why does that absent-minded executive not realise that he doesn't actually need his own screen and keyboard? Or perhaps buy a memory stick? I know the pigeons would be grateful. This from the company trying to sell video-conferencing software to the skype generation.
However, I am buying the first mascara advertised without smallprint explaining exactly what fakery has gone into making their vapid bimbette's eyelashes look longer. She's being paid to use their mascara, and is still using lash insets, and photo enhancements. Well, I surmise it's a shit mascara, then. QED.
Today I took work home for the first time. I suppose it may go some way to justifying having a work laptop at home, but it still rankles. Once they find out I'll do stuff at home, there really will be no escape. Still, it's not like I've actually done it yet, or that I won't get paid for it, should I eventually do it. If I can be arsed.
I saw a nice comment from lauriepink today, wisely comparing Japanese and Victorian culture/porn. From the strictest repression comes the most disturbing perversions. Always bear that in mind when trying to get children to behave, boys and girls.
x
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