I was host (s)hopping over the weekend, as well as doing a bit of PHP migration. Bet you didn’t notice a thing. There are a couple of minor glitches, but I hope to have those worked out soon. Is there a mod_rewrite guru in da house?
I am the victim of some drive-by marketing. The neighbor up the street is selling steaks and other foods out of a giant cooler he keeps in the back of his pickup.
He caught me on the street as he was driving by and introduced himself. Looking like a buff version of Danny Bonaduce, he said he was a standup comedian, but that “doesn’t pay the bills”, then went into his spiel about how he’s new and looking to set up his customer base. At no time was anything he said funny.
Making small talk in between trying to sell me on some steaks, he asked what I did, and upon hearing I do web design went into this lengthy monologue about how all the girls he meets online are web designers, and how he and his policeman friend pick up chicks on the internet, and that I should “try it sometime.” I took his brochure and told him when I get a hankering for a steak I’d give him a call. We both knew I was lying.
What the hell did he expect? That I was gonna buy a filet mignon right there in the middle of the street? And after getting my morning hijacked by some nutty neighbor with a mobile freezer, I’m supposed to be all giddy because he can sell me a steak wholesale? Puh-leeze!
I’m sure he’s alot more fun at parties than he is in the middle of the street. At least I hope he is.
Flash game – Battleships – General Quarters.
I thought it was well done, and fun, but the angled boards throw me off for some reason.
Just to try it with the actual W3C logo.
Zeldman points to Timo Arnall’s W3C icon design remixes. Here are a few of mine.
Cause you know, validation is just so damn sexy.
It’s comforting to know that tasteless knows no bounds here in the US. You can rely on that fact like you can rely on the sunrise each day. We Americans are unafraid to push the boundaries to see just how tight our neighbors ass really is.
In any other climate it would be laughable as just harmless fun, because for the most part it really is. I grew up with far more harmful things, as well as games and toys that put today’s version of fun to shame in the harmful or politically correct department. I also don’t have any sacred cows. There is nothing, to my mind, so sacred that someone can’t make a joke out of it, but I found thoughts like, “Wow, that’s pretty tasteless,” or, “Ooh, did they have to go there,” running through my head today. Basically because there’s no joke being made here. There’s barely a toy here to speak of.
They’re called Bomb Bags. Basically a foil bag that slowly expands and explodes when activated. It’s a cheap science experiment with some ill-conceived packaging. I wasn’t really offended, but I was dumbfounded as to why anyone would take this marketing tack in the current climate. Imagine my surprise seeing them on the counter at the local Quickie Mart.
Various Fourth of July paraphernalia had been springing up in the last week or so. All benign stuff, but these were on the counter when I stopped in for my morning coffee. “What the heck are Bomb Bags?” I asked as I traded cash for coffee. All I got in return was a slight chuckle and some change. “Oh that’s a good idea,” I thought as I walked out.
I certainly don’t want to stop anyone from selling them, but I can see this harmless, little, novelty causing all kinds of trouble.
Score one for the team that made me wince. It isn’t often I get to do that.
