The Null Device found this gem of scratched and layered advertising in the London Underground:

The Null Device found this gem of scratched and layered advertising in the London Underground:



That’s the graphic banner that monster.com currently has behind the text urging you to create or update your resume. Miscellaneous very young smiling woman. At first I thought they meant to say that they are a portal for 16-year-old girls who have had too much Boone’s Farm. I showed it around and fimmtiu pointed out that she seems to have teeth ideally suited to removing bark from trees, and that perhaps the slogan should be: “Join our team of busy beavers at Monster.com!”
I thought that was pretty good. What the hell do you think they’re saying here?
At the psychiatrist’s office, even the tissue boxes are drug company ads. Weeping, the hapless patient reaches for relief, only to be told: LIFE IS WAITING.
Scratch and sniff WHAT?
Pay me out for my Nazi iconography, bitches!
The problem with productivity nowadays.
You can find out where the cellphone towers are near you and map them on a Google map.
There’s a documentary out about the Minutemen. They made life liveable for me in the first half of the 1980s, and miss them terribly. There’s a trailer on the site that catches a little of what turned me upside down at age 17.
Waiting for my mother at the doctor’s office just now I picked up a magazine called “Organic Style”, thinking “this should be good!”
It does not disappoint. A more descriptive name would be “The magazine for women who need to be so healthy and virtuous and beautiful that they are all hot yoga adepts and Jane Goodall and Susan Sarandon at once”.
Ads for Shell Oil face editorials decrying Arctic drilling. A product sidebar touts a $249 “earth/peace scapulare” that makes a statement in 14k “recycled gold”. There are many, many skin moisturizers and breakfast cereals. One is commanded to indulge everything, always.
The best part was a Dove ad. It was actually an ad for an advertising campaign (!). Dove wishes to celebrate “real beauty” of “women with curves” who are not size 2 models. They laud their own ad campaign, in which they stand firm for real women and unretouched photographs and celebrating… Anyway the women in the ad for the ad are impossibly hot twenty year olds with perfect everything laughing in their underwear. I guess it’s okay to be a size 4 catalog model now, gals! Size 0 is no longer mandatory!
My Adderall XR™ anti-ADD medication trial package came with a reassuring booklet, a less reassuring set of pharmacological explanations of how it might mess me up, and a fridge magnet. It’s the “Adderall™ Achievers!” package, you see.
Usually the fridge magnets and other tchotchkes go to the physicians for advertising purposes, so I was puzzled at first. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a picture frame fridge magnet. The idea is that your bad kid, who is totally humping the pooch at school and is going to die in an alley, has just become a model of studious perfection and will now get a picture on the fridge in this special frame that says: I’m an achiever!
I think some Photoshop is in order. I’ll try to think some things up. In the meantime:
