LIRAR Update
May. 11th, 2004 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tenbearsThey are still playing that song on Excrable FM.
Today they played it at 8:37am. Yesterday it was a little after 9:00am but I was a bit busy and didn't jot down the time. What the fuck are they up to? Do they think we won't notice? Just how dumb do they think people are?
Actually, I have a pretty good idea just how dumb people are.
Today, while I was out delivering the mail (and not slapping customers) I passed a house being renovated. Parked in the driveway was a van belonging to the Mobile Skylite Company. Now what exactly do they mean by mobile?
Do the skylights move around, taking light (or lite) to wherever it's needed most within the home? I think not!
The clue is in their cheerful, if obvious, slogan "We come to you".
Mobile refers to the company, not the skylights. They deliver the skylights. That's what mobile means. It mean that the days of the customer having to lug their heavy old bathrooms and poorly lit corridors down to the factory to have skylights installed are over. Now, through the miracle of technology, the skylights are installed right there in the customer's own home. Time to saddle up the hover-pony and herd a few space-cows, ladies and gentlemen. The future has arrived.
On other news, I may not have to go to work on Thursday. I could well be on strike. How cool is that? On the downside I might miss something good on the radio. Last time I took a day off I missed out on a special guest. How special? Pretty special, I'm telling you. Last time I took a day off work I missed out on THE PET PSYCHIC.
That's right people, you heard me correctly, a pet psychic.
A person with "the gift" comes into the radio station and helps the stupid get in touch with their ex-pets.
Want to know if Fluffy is keeping warm?
Need closure after running over the family terrapin?
Perhaps you just want to hear one last woof from beyond the grave.
Don't be shy. Call the fucking pet psychic.
In all honesty, a lot of my stories are based on facts gleaned from my personal, private (but perfectly valid) reality, but both of these little beauties came from the shared reality. These stories are, for all intents and purposes, true, in the most common sense of that word.
And that, gentle reader, is just how dumb people are!
Today they played it at 8:37am. Yesterday it was a little after 9:00am but I was a bit busy and didn't jot down the time. What the fuck are they up to? Do they think we won't notice? Just how dumb do they think people are?
Actually, I have a pretty good idea just how dumb people are.
Today, while I was out delivering the mail (and not slapping customers) I passed a house being renovated. Parked in the driveway was a van belonging to the Mobile Skylite Company. Now what exactly do they mean by mobile?
Do the skylights move around, taking light (or lite) to wherever it's needed most within the home? I think not!
The clue is in their cheerful, if obvious, slogan "We come to you".
Mobile refers to the company, not the skylights. They deliver the skylights. That's what mobile means. It mean that the days of the customer having to lug their heavy old bathrooms and poorly lit corridors down to the factory to have skylights installed are over. Now, through the miracle of technology, the skylights are installed right there in the customer's own home. Time to saddle up the hover-pony and herd a few space-cows, ladies and gentlemen. The future has arrived.
On other news, I may not have to go to work on Thursday. I could well be on strike. How cool is that? On the downside I might miss something good on the radio. Last time I took a day off I missed out on a special guest. How special? Pretty special, I'm telling you. Last time I took a day off work I missed out on THE PET PSYCHIC.
That's right people, you heard me correctly, a pet psychic.
A person with "the gift" comes into the radio station and helps the stupid get in touch with their ex-pets.
Want to know if Fluffy is keeping warm?
Need closure after running over the family terrapin?
Perhaps you just want to hear one last woof from beyond the grave.
Don't be shy. Call the fucking pet psychic.
In all honesty, a lot of my stories are based on facts gleaned from my personal, private (but perfectly valid) reality, but both of these little beauties came from the shared reality. These stories are, for all intents and purposes, true, in the most common sense of that word.
And that, gentle reader, is just how dumb people are!
