October 7th, 2009

Typewriter Guy

90,000 shills you haven't met

The MBTA started running ads from the Aruba tourism board a few months ago. Each subway ad features someone from Aruba (a nature guide, two windsurfer kids and a rich white guy who owns a spa) and what is presumably a hand-written note from each, though apparently everyone in Aruba likes punctuating their notes with drawings of shells and stars and whatnot. All that was missing were little hearts over each lower-case i.

Anyway, the letters in the ads described how much of a great time these folks were having living in Aruba and what a great time the tourists have and how happy they are to meet all the tourists and they probably arrange pen pal programs all the time now or I don't know.

I guess it wasn't working all that well or perhaps Aruba realized that maybe advertising "friendly locals" to Bostonians was a bit of a stretch. The ads have returned but in an altered state: Now, each hand-written note tells you what AMAZING OFFERS (caps and emphasis theirs) you can get by visiting the official website.

How sad! I mean, okay, it was always obvious that the ads were hand-written by someone in PR (probably drafted in committee) and that the Nature Guide really doesn't doodle plants and animals all over his written correspondence, but geez, it wasn't so damn transparent. Now, instead of telling a story about teaching a tourist all their awesome windsurfing tricks, the kids now just tell you that you can find AWESOME DEALS over on the website.

Someone thought this was a good idea. I dunno. Maybe I just like my T ads with more narrative structure, or at least a little bof fri fleu.
Barth Gimble facepalms

can't win wednesdays

I got home tonight in very low spirits and walked into the den just completely exhausted and deflated and dejected and I felt very lonely.

The cat, who is known for his occasional bouts of empathy, walked in and said "I'll be your friend!" and sat down near me.

Then I accidentally stepped on his tail and he yowled and ran out of the room.

This story is not allegorical, but feels like it almost should be.