Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Who would have thought?
But isn't that kinda gay?
British Office Compiles List Of Odd Names
... discoveries included Boadicea Basher, Philadelphia Bunnyface, Faithful Cock, Susan Booze, Elizabeth Disco, Edward Evil, Fozzitt Bonds, Truth Bullock, Charity Chilly, Gentle Fudge, Obedience Ginger and Offspring Gurney
I think she looks hotter in the jump suit, personally. I'm hoping that her new promotions involve her wearing more clothes.
Would you see a male race car driver posed with no clothes in front of a car?
See, I have no problems with selling products using your image. The Williams sisters got some great Nike contracts, and Nike has some great ads (of course, with their religious upbringing, I don't think their father would let them be caught dead half-dressed for any reason, which gets into issues of why in the hell 20-something women are still getting bossed around by their dads, but I digress). Anyhow, as somebody who's always looking for ways I can get my passion to give me two pennies to rub together, I can see the allure of throwing on a bikini and photoshopping in front of a car.
But ideally I'd prefer the ad to say something more about my image than, "I can wear a red bikini and look super sexy after a good airbrushing."
I mean, shit, after a good air brushing I'd look good in a red bikini.
If you want to sell shit with bodies, why not sell us people instead of flesh? Why not sell greatness, talent, people who are really fucking good at stuff? I guess it's easier to sell stuff if you think, "Hey, I'll buy XXX and then I'll be hot!!"
Instead of, "Hey, buying XXX will help me on my way to being a super athlete!"
I gotta say I'm not surprised Danika's taking her clothes off, but I was hoping for better.
Got a call at my desk from Yellow yesterday.
"Can you come back here?" he said.
I walked back to his cubicle expecting that I was going to get into trouble for putting in the wrong dates for something or miscalculating the number of LMUs we've installed.
I saw that he was surfing the internet.
Yellow: "So how does this thing with your agent work? How did it go?" (I'd mentioned in my e-mail about time off that I was taking last Friday off to work on my book because an agent was interested in it).
Me: She wants the whole thing, but I've gotta do edits first. If she likes it and thinks she can sell it, she'll sign me. If she doesn't, she won't.
Yellow: So, like how much money can you make off something like that?
Me: Depends. Low end, 5K-20K. I'd like to make 40K, which is enough to pay off all my student loans and credit cards. If I'm really, really, lucky, the la-la land figure is six figures for book one with an option for book two.
Yellow: I'm soooo getting your resignation letter in a couple months.
Me: Uh. It'll be a lot longer than a couple months. And then, I'd only leave it was six figures. Anything less, and I have to keep the desk jockey job.
Yellow: You know, I'm thinking about writing a book.
Me: I'm sure you are, Yellow.
Yellow: What? I totally knew you'd laught. So, you know all about this blog stuff, right?
Yellow: What are some good blogs to read? Tuff over there is looking for some love poems.
Me: Love poems? (????)
Yellow: Yea. He's Italian. Love poems.
Me: Yellow, you're asking the wrong person.
Yellow: But you know all about blogs (??). What's a good blog? What do you read?
Me: (is he fishing to see if I'll recommend mine?) I mostly read feminist and science fiction blogs.
Yellow: So, what's a good one?
Me: (does he really think I'm going to recommend mine??) Well, there's this one called Bitch Ph.D. She's pretty cool.
Yellow: (covers his face with his hands) Oh, man, you would recommend a blog called that.
Yellow: Tuff! Hey, Tuff! Kameron says she doesn't know of any love poetry blogs.
Tuff: That's OK, I'll google it.
Yellow: Google "love poetry."
Tuff: Oh, yea. There are lots of love poetry blogs, I just know it.
Yellow: You know, Tuff, you can google all sorts of things.
Me: Yellow, did you actually call me back here for something work-related, or are you just bored?
Yellow: I'm just bored.
Me: OK, Yellow
I have a sneaking suspicion I may have been found out.