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January 5, 2011
get (v.) as in: get it?
No, I'm not talking about the local paper or about how I don't get HD channels.
This is about some odd stuff I've run across in my day-to-day adventuring (okay, so in the last week or so while hanging out in Richmond), which I decided to capture with my phone.
(No, I didn't use the "blurry" setting.)
(No, I didn't use the "blurry" setting.)
It got me thinking about design and marketing and how intuitive marketers and inventors are (or aren't).
I find it hard to believe that there are high-paid executives out there, sitting around a big mahogany conference desk decked out in their ties and suits making important decisions about the next big thing to hit the market, the next ploy to get consumers to spend their hard-earned dollars, the next genius idea to wow everybody - it's hard to believe because this is some of the stuff they come up with:
I find it hard to believe that there are high-paid executives out there, sitting around a big mahogany conference desk decked out in their ties and suits making important decisions about the next big thing to hit the market, the next ploy to get consumers to spend their hard-earned dollars, the next genius idea to wow everybody - it's hard to believe because this is some of the stuff they come up with:
(Some stuff, however, is pretty cool and I kind of do get it.)
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Dr. Ken Nedd - buy his book and you'll learn how to
find peace in the everyday.
Except, he's anything but calming.
In fact, he gives me the jitters and jeepers.
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Modestmau5. I just don't get it. After hearing so
much hype surrounding this DJ "band", I decided
to plug into a Much Music broadcast of one of their
shows. All I saw was a very immodest, illuminated Mickey
figure and a crowd taking photos with their cell phones.
Granted, the beat was pretty good (I try to appreciate);
yet, no one was really moving - not even krumping,
moshing, or whatever other dancing people do at these
types of shows. Do people dance at concerts anymore?
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| I was heading off to one of many Ugly Sweater Parties people host around Christmas Time, and this was hanging by the elevator. Yup, hanging (by the neck). Made me kind of sad - and I'm a Jewish gal who gets a lot of pleasure and enjoyment out of the lights and the green-reddery of the Christmas season. (Alanis would call it ironic - I call it just plain sad design). |
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Now this is an idea! A clock radio, a timer, and it
steams your rice in under twenty minutes!
Yup, rice cookers, baby! Long grain, short grain,
CDs (looks like it, eh?) |
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Butt pads. Need I say more?
(Yes. "I wish I were a D cup!")
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| "Yes, bag it please - I'll take my food to go!" |
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| Anyone allergic to peanuts who eats peanut butter deserves anything they have coming for them. Tweet |
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