What kind of world are we building, when we have to put warning labels on books?
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It’s about time
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.
Homoarachnophobia
If you’ve ever visited Melbourne you may have been led to believe that these high voltage wires that span the city streets are to power the electric trams –
The truth is, everyone just really hates Spiderman.
Kris was Kross
Can you see? The blurry shape in the blurry tree? How did it get up there? What could it be?
Is it a sweatshirt? A pullover? A small jacket? A cardigan? A tracksuit top? A hoodie?
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No.
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It’s definitely a jumper.
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Doughman Distress
Snowman doughnut looks a little perturbed at the prospect of receiving his Kit-Kat.
(Check out the Christmas tree)
I may have a problem
Yesterday, walking along in one of those free-form swarms of people that forms after waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green, I noticed something just off the side of the footpath. Someone had abandoned a large construction bolt which now lay wedged into the grating of a storm water drain. First I wondered how it was possible that nobody else seemed to have noticed this. Then I wondered if I could use this piece of metal, but couldn’t find any excuse to take it. So I kept walking as the image of the bolt lingered in my mind and my imagination began to filter words, searching, playing, looking for some joke, some witty observation (but it’s a bolt in a drain), some pun… Bolt. “Attempting to bolt.” I smiled and turned back against my fellow pedestrians. I reached for my phone, it doesn’t have a great camera, but it’s always on hand. I reached the spot, the bolt was still there – but the sun was behind me and my shadow obscured the scene. I just need to get to the other side…
That was the moment I caught myself, about to step into midday city traffic. To take a photo. Of a bolt. In a drain. For that terrible pun.
I may have a problem. I think Curio has it in for me.
C.T. Curio 