Well, not in so many words. But you were clearly employing what the experts know as “reverse sickology” and we at the ol’ raincoaster blog have no choice but to obey. The following is yet another Workplace Safety PSA, albeit one from the Eisenhower Era, enhanced with MST3K‘s finest snark. Click to enjoy over twenty minutes of pure Workplace Safety Public Service Announcement pleasure!
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Ever wondered what she really looks like, without all the Photoshop? Gallery of the Absurd already knows…click onward to view at own risk. Continue reading
No, really. Safe for work, even if you work in Saudi Arabia. Necessity (necessitated by strict religious laws) is the mother of invention…but who is the father? We may never know, but it’s pretty likely that he used this stuff, which is reportedly the second-best-selling pharmaceutical in Saudi Arabia.
found at Bakascorner via Finestkind Clinic and Fishmarket
And then there are the things you stumble across when you’re walking down the street, minding, very much, your own business, and which do not seem, at the time, to be the kind of thing you should be overhearing, nor even, it must be admitted, the kind of thing that should be said in the first place; but then, you don’t know if the speaker is in the first place or, come to that, the place of last resort. And so…
What do you say when you come around a corner and literally bump into a hooker working said corner, and it’s someone you went to school with? “Gee, I’d-a thought the firedancing skillz would have kept you at the novelty escort level”???
And what do you say when you show up at the spa for your pampering session and the receptionist is someone you worked years ago with who’s got a brand-new set of apparently quite expensive bazongas? “You’re looking…fuller”???
And, of course, if it’s someone randomly wandering down Robson Street, chatting into a cellphone, with whom one has no previous acquaintance, one simply pretends one didn’t hear it, yet takes notes, as all good Canadians do…
“Anything. Get me anything. Anything but sleep, because I’ve had enough of that…”
or the storefront in Smith’s Falls, Ontario: Bridal Affairs. I mean, I just don’t wanna know. It’s like asking for trouble.
I mentioned to my friend MistressCowfish that I recognized most of the dogs on the Downtown Eastside, but hardly any of the people, to which she responded with what can only be described as a bark of laughter in the Sirius Black mode, and the retort: “of course! It’s perfectly polite to stare at a dog!” Quite so.
When I went to Indonesia I learned to say hello to the people, who were friendly, and ignore the dogs, which were touchy and feral. On the Downtown EastSide, it’s the other way around.
Seen at the Skytrain Halloween Party on the Broadway Station platform, about which more later…but definitely the best costume out there. More than one group of tourists wanted to get their picture taken with him, although the men generally steered clear of him and pretended he didn’t exist…as they walked slowly by, turning beet red. I told him not to gesticulate too much, for then he lumped up and looked like he was going as “And this is your poontang on HPV”.
Second best was the fellow who dressed as The Son of Man, by Rene Magritte. Apparently, the party was full of art majors, because everyone got it, unlike the time I went as the Empire State Building. You’da thought the airplane deely bobbers and the monkey around my neck would have given it away, but no. Next time I hold the Barbie Doll too.
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