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Jul. 23rd, 2002 08:43 amTwo things have amused me this morning.
First, we have a bulletin board for people to advertise their home businesses and whatall. Someone has started doing chair massages at work. They have a flyer up, and there is a priceless graphic. It's a representation of two rounded-off stick figures (think handicapped sign, or school crossing sign), one giving the other a chair massage. Every time I pass this it looks like the masseur is bending the masseuee (sp?) over some kind of device and anally rampaging him, he even looks like he's grabbing the victim's hips to keep him from running away. I snicker every time I see it.
The other thing is from
zachstroum:
This week has been peppered with work stories, and today is no different. Last night I was watching as a child tried out our newest kiddie ride at the toy store. It's Spiderman in a car, which is odd since I'm fairly sure Spiderman doesn't commute. When you can shoot webbing from your wrists and simply swing from building to building, owning a car just seems unnecessary. Who knows though, maybe he has to travel out of the city and he runs out of things to swing from. So Spiderman is sitting in the driver's seat, his torso merging with the car in a very disturbing fashion, and the child sits in the passenger seat. I don't know if they child is supposed to give him directions, pretend he's hitchhiking, or give Spiderman emotional reassurance, but they mostly hit Spiderman. Yes, that's right, most children punch, kick, attach stickers to and yell things at Spiderman. All the while, poor Spiderman has to sit there in silence and take it all. I'd feel sorry for Spiderman if his volume weren't cranked so high that I can hear his demonic car from inside the booth we store the video games in that's across the store.
First, we have a bulletin board for people to advertise their home businesses and whatall. Someone has started doing chair massages at work. They have a flyer up, and there is a priceless graphic. It's a representation of two rounded-off stick figures (think handicapped sign, or school crossing sign), one giving the other a chair massage. Every time I pass this it looks like the masseur is bending the masseuee (sp?) over some kind of device and anally rampaging him, he even looks like he's grabbing the victim's hips to keep him from running away. I snicker every time I see it.
The other thing is from
This week has been peppered with work stories, and today is no different. Last night I was watching as a child tried out our newest kiddie ride at the toy store. It's Spiderman in a car, which is odd since I'm fairly sure Spiderman doesn't commute. When you can shoot webbing from your wrists and simply swing from building to building, owning a car just seems unnecessary. Who knows though, maybe he has to travel out of the city and he runs out of things to swing from. So Spiderman is sitting in the driver's seat, his torso merging with the car in a very disturbing fashion, and the child sits in the passenger seat. I don't know if they child is supposed to give him directions, pretend he's hitchhiking, or give Spiderman emotional reassurance, but they mostly hit Spiderman. Yes, that's right, most children punch, kick, attach stickers to and yell things at Spiderman. All the while, poor Spiderman has to sit there in silence and take it all. I'd feel sorry for Spiderman if his volume weren't cranked so high that I can hear his demonic car from inside the booth we store the video games in that's across the store.