November 2nd, 2006
|01:49 pm - the gazillion-buck mistake, plus the world's most disturbing T ad.|
I missed my 9:00 appt with Doc Sarcastic today. This Tuesday-Friday work schedule thing throws me off every time, because during the work week, I honestly don't think "Monday" or "Wednesday," I think "Second day in a row I've worked" or "last day in a row I'll work." Thursday, then, usually corresponds with "Fourth day in a row I've worked" but, well, not anymore.
I completely forgot today was Thursday until it was about 10:30 and I'd given myself a no-show. And that's not such a good thing, seeing as how I remember signing a piece of paper the first time I went to the doc's office that said "Oh yeah, if I don't show up for any of my appointments without giving you 24 hours' notice, I'll owe you a gazillion dollars."
Oops. Or, should I say, goddamn.
Anyway, to make up for my dreadful mistake, I'm including under the cut two pictures of probably the most disturbing ad I've seen yet on the T. It makes the "BOF FRI FLEU" stroke victim cartoon poster look like a good idea. It "works" on any number of levels, both viscerally and metaphorically. I'm putting it under the cut just in case you may have a workplace with a weak constitution ... though honestly, since it's in plain sight every single goddamn day on the train, the ad really is work-safe, but still...
This, folks, this is America:
All hail the Mighty Dollar Ovum!
Some days, I just don't know...
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 06:58 pm (UTC)|| |
So now I've learned there are over a dozen ways to pronounce eww.
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 07:03 pm (UTC)|| |
I have just finished watching a disection of a male rat's reproductive system in A&P lab. This seems so in line.
"We have standards -- we just choose to ignore them."
I so can imagine my husband wearing that logo on a t-shirt.
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 07:30 pm (UTC)|| |
And yet the MBTA wouldn't take pro-legalization ads from NORML.
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 07:34 pm (UTC)|| |
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC)|| |
Waitasec, how did the sperms get on the inside holes of the $? that doesn't make any sense
Them's some wily spermatazoa!
dude, it's three dimensional. Haven't you seen Star Trek II?
I heart you.
always have, really.
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 07:45 pm (UTC)|| |
Five words: YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE
Bet yer gonna donate, I betcha!
What's the difference between a peanut butter sandwich and a test tube of ejaculate?
Uh, you don't need a copy of Swank to make a peanut butter sandwich?
I know what my response should have been, and I know your response would've been "that's the last time I ask you to pack a lunch for me!" but... oh... the choices...
$900? For something that'll probably just go to waste? I'm so
there still here, apparently.
Apparently only those with Ivy League pedigrees and high IQs and blonde hair and blue eyes and the prospect to breed entire new generations of corporate Bluetooth headset-talkers get the $900 for their donations.
The rest of us schlubs probably just get the satisfaction of a job hurriedly done.
I'm gonna send an envelope full, anyway.
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 09:58 pm (UTC)|| |
|Date:||November 3rd, 2006 01:26 am (UTC)|| |
Hey! What do you have against us Ivy League Arian technophiles? We're not *complete* assholes! I for one am only one-quarter asshole.
Oh wait, I can't actually donate sperm anyway. Damn.
|Date:||November 3rd, 2006 02:48 am (UTC)|| |
The MIT students I knew who tried to donate to sperm banks were over 6' tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and had A averages, and they still got told that "their sperm didn't freeze well".
|Date:||November 2nd, 2006 11:36 pm (UTC)|| |
It looks like it could be an Iron Maiden t-shirt. I mean, if you added a corpse to it.
I'm pretty sure if that showed up on DART people would complain and it'd disappear. heh.
My question is who's uterus is that money symbol in?
That is one of the best ads I have ever seen. You should make it an icon.
|Date:||November 3rd, 2006 02:21 pm (UTC)|| |
After spending 4 years seeing ads for egg donors in our college magazine and newspaper, that doesn't faze me a bit.
I was always tempted, since it was *good* money, and *I* wasn't using it...