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A portal to fun
Jul. 14th, 2008 12:07 pmAdvertising feature re QR codes:
"The barcode has always been a portal to fun... but it's about to be your new best friend."
There's nothing like a touch of hyperbole to start the day.
A few people did double-takes as they saw me walking to work this morning. Ordinarily, that would send my paranoia off the charts, but today I'm fairly sure it was because I was carrying a sword. If only they had also seen the partial suit of armour (back plate, breast plate and conquistador's helmet) in the bag I was carrying. Mind you, I doubt the conquistadors could have conquisted anything with papier mâché armour and blunt (but surprisingly heavy) weapons, no matter how impressive they looked.
The armour turned up at my house yesterday afternoon. I wasn't entirely surprised to see my mother's partner, John, walk up the driveway with it: he's the Keeper of the Keys to the Prop Shed for the local theatre company, so I'm used to seeing him carting about unusual objects. I was slightly more surprised to find that one of my colleagues had hired it and that the two of them had organised for me to deliver it (thanks for telling me that, chaps).
As soon as he left, of course, I tried it on. I can rarely resist trying on hats (or tea cosies or anything else that's vaguely hat-like, to be honest), so I couldn't pass up a conquistador's helmet, and from there it was but a moment to tie on the armour as well. It's not a look I'll be recreating in everyday life: the helmet didn't go at all with my pigtails, and the breast plate was made for a man much taller than I and gave the impression that I was wearing an armoured fake pregnancy belly.
The armour was a big hit at work, though. Everyone had a go, and one even wanted his photo taken in it.
"The barcode has always been a portal to fun... but it's about to be your new best friend."
There's nothing like a touch of hyperbole to start the day.
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A few people did double-takes as they saw me walking to work this morning. Ordinarily, that would send my paranoia off the charts, but today I'm fairly sure it was because I was carrying a sword. If only they had also seen the partial suit of armour (back plate, breast plate and conquistador's helmet) in the bag I was carrying. Mind you, I doubt the conquistadors could have conquisted anything with papier mâché armour and blunt (but surprisingly heavy) weapons, no matter how impressive they looked.
The armour turned up at my house yesterday afternoon. I wasn't entirely surprised to see my mother's partner, John, walk up the driveway with it: he's the Keeper of the Keys to the Prop Shed for the local theatre company, so I'm used to seeing him carting about unusual objects. I was slightly more surprised to find that one of my colleagues had hired it and that the two of them had organised for me to deliver it (thanks for telling me that, chaps).
As soon as he left, of course, I tried it on. I can rarely resist trying on hats (or tea cosies or anything else that's vaguely hat-like, to be honest), so I couldn't pass up a conquistador's helmet, and from there it was but a moment to tie on the armour as well. It's not a look I'll be recreating in everyday life: the helmet didn't go at all with my pigtails, and the breast plate was made for a man much taller than I and gave the impression that I was wearing an armoured fake pregnancy belly.
The armour was a big hit at work, though. Everyone had a go, and one even wanted his photo taken in it.