1. The fact that in response to my question on my last post regarding movies that scarred people's childhoods, a bunch mentioned Watcher in the Woods, and obviously, I decided to research it online. Of course, I did so late at night when I was home alone and consequently became fearful of mirrors for the next day or so. Which was wonderful, considering I need mirrors for things like proper mascara application, and -- if I'm being totally honest -- wiping off last night's mascara, and OH STOP THAT, we all have our bad beauty habits, right? Anyway, this movie looks all kinds of effed up in and of itself, but the effedness is exacerbated by the fact that it's a Disney movie. However: Bette Davis is in it, so I'll begrudgingly forgive the movie a tiny bit for scaring me. Even if she does tease me and unease me.
2. I know, I already tweeted about this, but see my post title, above. Please, do help me analyze/dissect this egg company's slogan:
Do babies need specific eggs? How are they defining "invalids"? I mean, obviously, I bought them (the eggs, not the invalids. Or babies. And I suppose my purchase makes me one of the "particular people"), but I've been thinking about this more than I care to admit. And to make matters more LIFE-THREATENINGLY HILARIOUS, a rival egg company weighed in on Twitter, all "these are NOT pasteurized eggs!" The...plot thickens?
3. Seeing a coffin just LOUNGING IN THE STREET next to my office today. I spotted it, promptly bugged out for a second, and then decided that I had wandered into a Tobacco Truth ad, and I should play it cool, lest I look stupid in the inevitable commercial. Welcome to the workings of my mind. So I decided to do this sort of, like, loping Overly Casual Walk, just striding past the coffin, all fake-breezy-like, to, you know, to get a better look at what was going on, and then I saw that it was advertising an asbestos removal company. While arguably effective, you can go straight to hell, Asbestos Coffin Advertisers. (I'll bet those of you who are visiting NYC in the near future are just THRILLED to read about this, right? Welcome to New York: The City Where Coffins Are All Up In Our Streets.)
The best part is that most of the other people walking down the street along with me took GREAT PAINS to appear nonchalant about the coffin, like it's was something that's always there, or something beyond insignificant, akin to a crumpled coffee cup rolling in the breeze. And I mean, I will be the first one to admit that there is a lot of weird stuff to be seen around here, and as such, we're desensitized to an extent, but COME ON. Take that lady in the shot above, for instance. She wouldn't even LOOK at the coffin, such was her feigned disinterest. Oh, New Yorkers. I'm pretty sure I'm about to get kicked out of the state for both looking at and taking a picture of it.
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