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Life can be pretty funny- although sometimes you have to dig deep to find the humour. Often, people don’t get it. Have you ever been asked “Why are men like that?” as if you should know the answer? Why does my family laugh if I injure myself? Why should a man never be trusted to shop for clothes on his own? From the dawn of civilization, we have pondered these mysteries: Could a being as uncomplicated as a husband have found the key? Nah, but he has fun trying…
   

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Friday, February 25, 2005
Huge Prizes, Tentatively Offered

On James’s ‘healthy’ snacks that he is allowed to take to school, the words “Bite-sized” appear. Urm, yes, that would be the point of a product geared towards a snack market, and packaged in snack-sized packaging. Bet it took their product development team weeks to come up with a reason for the failure of their ‘As-big-as-your-head’ range of snack products.

 

I walked past a shop today that promised bargains ‘in-store’. Just in case I was looking for their products lying in the gutter with little red ‘reduced’ stickers.

 

I did a two-year advertising and copywriting course a long time ago, and part of me is thrilled not to working in an agency, if only because you have to write lots of exciting things about lots of mundane things. My personal unfavourite at the moment is competition copy that promises prizes that are ‘UP FOR GRABS!’ Grabs sound like something mean kids do to smaller kids with odd haircuts and sensible shoes.

 

Maybe those greedy prize-seekers could form an orderly line, and then politely say ‘you first…no you….no really…’.

 

(Note: this attitude could come from being a sore loser. When I enter a competition, I expect to win… I entered the national lottery once only, and fully expected to beat the statistics. Oh well, maybe being a multi-millionaire would have made me lose my calm and rational way of coping with life…)

Posted at 07:22 pm by SGDBlog

kath mccall
February 26, 2005   08:31 PM PST
 
The dry kibble my boss bought for his cat has the label, "Best Tasting Cat Food Ever!!!" Now, doesn't THAT one make you wonder? There are some really bad job assignments out there.
scott
February 25, 2005   07:53 PM PST
 
Aaaaah, the simple lfe... :-)
Gigglesbee
February 25, 2005   07:48 PM PST
 
I tell myself the same thing about the lottery. Pish...who wants all that money anyway???
scott
February 25, 2005   07:45 PM PST
 
Yeah, I used to have 'hair'. And shoes. It was my mis-shapen hobbit-feet that made sensible shoes necessary...
I'm sure the new-shoes kids have forgiven you,,,
chrysalis
February 25, 2005   07:33 PM PST
 
ROFLOL!!

I never knew you had an odd haircut and sensible shoes as a child ... (just a joke)

Seriously, in 8th Grade history class, a few boys and I actually did grab shoes. Whenever someone came in with shoes that appeared to be new, we would pounce on the poor kid, yelling "New Shoes!!" and pull them off his feet, then throw 'em out the window (yeah, schools still had windows back then; this was pre-riot).

I still feel guilty about that ... but not too much. I had my turn toward the end of the year. Sure do miss those Keds.
 

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