“The folks at the Wisconsin Tourism Federation, a 30-year-old tourism lobbying coalition based in Sun Prairie, couldn’t possibly have predicted how the Internet would change the lingo.
While its abbreviation, WTF, was fairly innocuous a few decades ago, it means something entirely different these days…”
Apparently the alarm was first sounded by a blogger. So don’t ever say we bloggers do not make a difference!
What do you think? The new logo does not seem to have the same PUNCHY ring to it, eh? They should have changed it to Federation of Tourism in Wisconsin.
“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.”
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Please do continue to read the short story, “They’re Made Out Of Meat“, the original on Terry Bisson’s website
Of course I learned of this short story from one of the Tweets on my Twitter stream. After I RTed it and stumbled it and emailed it to everybody that I know of who will get a kick out of this, it simply was not enough.
I truly feel it is our duty as Interweb citizens to share all the wonderful things available on the Net. (Yes, I admit. I am a dork. Notice that I said, a dork, and not a geek. As Geeks have now gained some sort of mythical status in our pop culture. They are the cool dorks, with potential to make millions…)
So here it is: my meager attempt to do my part. To let as many people know as possible of this great, humorous, thought-provoking, piece of science fiction. It will make you laugh, and it may also make you think about our existence in this dark, cold, lonely universe…
Now I am off to read more about the science fiction writer, Terry Bisson.
This is the best “I Hate My Job!” post I have seen. Found on Reddit. Submitted by PreHack. Read till the end:
“My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.”
If you really want to contextualize the social and cultural circumstances in which this Folgers commercial was made, then we can all go back to school and read upon all the feminist histories and theories. But this commercial simply makes me laugh out loud. It makes us feel better about ourselves, about how far we have come. Like the fact we now have an African American as the President, racism must be no more.
If only I could just make a decent cup of coffee, I could relax!
If only life were that simple…
p.s. Read the comments, and decide how far we have come.
p.p.s. I always wince when people lament about the Good Old Days. Read the comments, and see for yourself why.
I don’t know why this picture so startled me that I could not stop laughing for 10 minutes.
Oh my god! I completely lost my bearings so that my co-worker needed to tell me to “Get a hold of yourself, lady!”
This goes to prove that NO, you do not want to see Easter Bunny come true, and that my instinct was correct all along,
“Kids, now here is the thing: Easter Bunny is not real. Can you imagine a giant bunny bouncing around in our backyard, and on rainy days, inside our house, hiding candies? What? Are you more stupid than I think? Can you not imagine how gross that would be, a giant bunny?”
Well, I do. Especially after watching the Rosanne episode of Home-Ec where she gave Darlene’s home-ec class a field trip to the grocery store, I’ve always felt quite guilty reaching for the NAME BRAND product instead of the generic, store-brand next to it, the one that is shouting loudly from its display:
COMPARE TO NAME BRAND NEXT TO ME HERE, practically the same stuff and at 50% of the cost! Only a sucker and a snob will pick him over me!
Reaching for the name brand would BRAND myself as a snob, an irrational person easily duped by flashy marketing, a bourgeois with too much money to spare… So what if the generic brand would ONLY save me a dollar? A penny saved is a penny, how does that saying go again?
(Watch from 4:20)
Something happened recently that absolved me from the guilt associated with the Rosanne Home-ec guilt…
In my last post I made fun of the confusing instructions that came with the Walgreen ant baits. Turned out that the instructions were not the only one that did not work… The Walgreen generic ant bait cost $0.50 less than the name brand, RAID. I dutifully purchased the generic brand, esp. at this economy, I wanted to show that I was not a frivolous consumer. Well, guess what? It does not work!!!
The idea of an ant bait is that it is supposed to attract the ants to go inside the thingy. That is the most important step. In fact, that is the first step, and the ONLY step an ant bait is supposed to accomplish.
After I put on the black housing on the floor, I watched the ants walk around it. Yup. They WALKED AROUND the darn thing! I tried to nudge them with chopsticks in that direction. They kept on during around, or, walked OVER the housing. They had no interest getting into the hole.
I finally gave up and got the ones made by RAID. And they worked like a charm. Or at least, they worked the way ant baits were supposed to work: the ants swarmed the new baits I put down on the floor, while ignoring the old ones.
Hallelujah! Tide laundry detergent, I am getting you next time I am at Costco!
