This is from a few years ago, but it still makes me shake my head. (Article from the Tasmanian Mercury.)
What makes this particularly chuckle-worthy is that the bottom photo was from an article in the paper just days earlier, wherein the pictured property owner was complaining that the heritage listing on his house was preventing him from renovating. They later passed this off as ‘an accident’.
I have a friend who refuses to drink hyphenated beverages.
Like Coca-Cola.
When a good call comes along
You must quip it!
Before the conversation goes too long
You must quip it!
…
Quip it good.
What is with this ad?
An Australian actor who plays an American psychologist on a TV show, posing with a horse. …sorry, what?
I understand the company likes horses – but how does this make people want to buy a watch? You can barely see it!
Which is fine, I guess, since “elegance is an attitude”.
Would that be like a fast food company stating that “hunger is a state of mind”?
Or a cosmetics company saying “beauty is subjective”?
If I were selling watches I’d come up with a relevant catch phrase, like: “Do you know what time it is? No? Time to get a watch!”
Though I could only sell cheap watches. Not everyone can afford elegance.
Missed a couple of great photos on the weekend. One was a local renovator’s van with the logo emblazoned on the side: “Let’s get plastered!”
The other was a ute with an antique electric chair strapped to the back. (This was just after Halloween). My friend asks: “Why would anyone buy that?” Not wanting to miss an opportunity, I reply “For the shock value!”
Groans ensued.
Apparently we can clone people now. It’s crazy. I’m sure many have opinions on this, but I take it quite personally. When I first found out I was beside myself.
And I’m not sure if we will ever see I to I.
But clones are people two. (Okay, I stole that last one)
WordPress tells me that Curio began one year ago. Well, happy birthday.
As you were.
– C.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“I have no idea.” I replied.
“Then why are you here?” He responded.
“I’m not.” I denied.
“The problem with you is you’ve got no direction,
You must learn to be happy, must catch the infection,
For everything else is a senseless distraction
The path lies with want and with striving and action!”
“My life isn’t pointless, sure, this I admit,
The struggle is real and it hurts quite a bit,
But self-seeking pleasure’s not gain, but detraction,
The meaning of life must be sought through inaction.”
“Your words are all nonsense” the man said in a hurry.
“A waste, a bludger, all slack, sludge and slurry.
A terrible shame, burden of our time,
Though of course in the end, it’s your life, not mine.”
I looked at him sadly, he looked not a wink,
I thought I might tell him, but what would he think?
When the grand suit he donned was not more than a rag
And he carried his life in a well worn old bag,
The briefest of things, one could say it was rash,
Could not carry his clothes or trinkets or trash,
Instead he held papers, scribbles and scraps,
Ways to bind people, dealings and traps.
“You know” I said at last.
“You could almost be the image of a sage.” (But I said it fast)
“You know” He mouthed with a wink.
“I couldn’t give a flying feck what you think.”
The word apostrophe has no apostrophes.
But the apostrophe in apostrophe’s is the apostrophe’s apostrophe.
C.T. Curio 