Dystopian nightmare
Jun. 15th, 2010 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyToday I thought I would post the only commercial I find just as awful as the man-size Boost chocolate bar I mentioned last week, and maybe create a poll to find which one is worse, but I can't find the offending advertisement on-line. Lucky f-list, you've dodged a bullet.
My interest in the World Cup is, shall we say, minimal, but the photo at the top of this page is endlessly amusing to me. I think it's his ears that I like best.
The woman who runs the tapas bar underneath my office either likes the song 'Around the world' by Daft Punk so much she played it twenty times in a row, or else she's obtained a special extended mix of it for venues that don't want to change tunes. Or her iPod's stuck. At any rate, it did go on a bit. And by 'a bit', I mean 'all afternoon'. It's not a song I've ever cared for, and after today it would feature quite highly on a list of Songs I Never Want To Hear Again*.
Last week I went to a family do, hosted by my mother's cousin. She and her family are quite musical and there were oldies present, so her son sat at the piano to lead us all in a good, old-fashioned sing-along. Which I enjoyed, I must say, but also found eye-opening, in the sense that I had never realised that there are still people who genuinely do sing 'Roll out the barrel' for fun and good times. What a sheltered life I've led.
Anyway, this afternoon I had a horrifying vision of my future: sitting in a nursing home, all rugged up and minding my own business with a cup of cocoa, when in comes an earnest young chap who sits down at the electronic keyboard in the corner to make us all sing Daft Punk's 'Around the world' with him. That's a dystopian nightmare, right there.
* At the top of which would be 'The Little Drummer Boy'. How I loathe him.
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My interest in the World Cup is, shall we say, minimal, but the photo at the top of this page is endlessly amusing to me. I think it's his ears that I like best.
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The woman who runs the tapas bar underneath my office either likes the song 'Around the world' by Daft Punk so much she played it twenty times in a row, or else she's obtained a special extended mix of it for venues that don't want to change tunes. Or her iPod's stuck. At any rate, it did go on a bit. And by 'a bit', I mean 'all afternoon'. It's not a song I've ever cared for, and after today it would feature quite highly on a list of Songs I Never Want To Hear Again*.
Last week I went to a family do, hosted by my mother's cousin. She and her family are quite musical and there were oldies present, so her son sat at the piano to lead us all in a good, old-fashioned sing-along. Which I enjoyed, I must say, but also found eye-opening, in the sense that I had never realised that there are still people who genuinely do sing 'Roll out the barrel' for fun and good times. What a sheltered life I've led.
Anyway, this afternoon I had a horrifying vision of my future: sitting in a nursing home, all rugged up and minding my own business with a cup of cocoa, when in comes an earnest young chap who sits down at the electronic keyboard in the corner to make us all sing Daft Punk's 'Around the world' with him. That's a dystopian nightmare, right there.
* At the top of which would be 'The Little Drummer Boy'. How I loathe him.