We have to shout above the din of our Rice Krispies.
I wish Blogger made it easier to post images. My attempts to navigate Flickr have been frustrating so far. Reason I mention it, the other day I was in Safeway and found myself transfixed by an ad on the floor. An ad for Chicken of the Sea canned tuna fish. A guy, the kind of guy you see in every WB soap opera, the stereotypical repugnantly casual-empty sensitive guitar-playing former-frat-boy suburban white male low-key stud, is holding aloft a can of Chicken of the Sea. The text reads: "What Women Really Want."
I was transfixed for at least a full minute, and then when I tried to move on I had to go back and look at it again for a while. I was caught in a hellish limbo of appalled amusement.
Speaking of appalled amusement, here are four non sequiturial links:
Fecalgram: not, I would venture to guess, what women really want.
How Berkeley Can You Be? Hang in there and keep scrolling. It gets worse.
Hieronymus Bosch action figures.
And finally, exhibitionist horseradish.
I was transfixed for at least a full minute, and then when I tried to move on I had to go back and look at it again for a while. I was caught in a hellish limbo of appalled amusement.
Speaking of appalled amusement, here are four non sequiturial links:
Fecalgram: not, I would venture to guess, what women really want.
How Berkeley Can You Be? Hang in there and keep scrolling. It gets worse.
Hieronymus Bosch action figures.
And finally, exhibitionist horseradish.
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