Serenity

Conditions: V warm and windy.


Car Update.

Car's great. A little hot thanks to the weather, but what do you expect.



Phone models.

If you've ever looked at a catalogue showing phones, you'll be as amazed as I am at the looks on the models' faces. Seriously, who gets that happy holding their phone? Is the phone emitting some kind of brain-altering signal? Are they all drunk? Perhaps the money is so good that they can't not smile. I find it annoying that I want to look at the specs of a phone, but am distracted by the clearly insanity-driven facial contortions of the people holding them. Or maybe this is just what phones do to us.


Advertising.

A block down from this building there's a corner store that rents out it's west wall for advertising. Normally it's billboard for a TV show, or some kind of snack food. Occasionally it's for beer. Now don't get me wrong, advertise the beer as much as you want, I don't care. A frosty tub of ice cold beer bottles surrounding a giant logo is fine. But the particular image the good folks at Corona have put up this week is nothing short of despicable. It's a shot of a gorgeous beach with a calm blue ocean lapping up against it. A flotilla of leafy green palm trees sit contentedly in the background, and a nicely-worn jetty stretches out before us. And if that isn't enough, at the end of the jetty is this empty deck-chair, beckoning the viewer in. Come, sit down, it says. Take a load off while I massage your back. What kind of bullshit is this? That we, the people, have to troop past this image of heart-stopping beauty and serene calm every day. It's not fair! I want to live in this paradise. I want to meander along that beach, swim casually in those warm blue waters, wander amongst the friendly palm trees (hey, tree, howsitgoin?), stroll along the decking, and softly rest, perhaps forever, upon the deck chair at it's end. I find myself standing transfixed before the billboard, during my lunch hour, uncaring to the beeps of ignorant traffic, or the stares of ignorant passersby. It's one thing to lock the monkey in the cage, hey it sucks but that's life. But it's something else when you then start dangling giant pictures of a serene paradise outside the cage, where the monkey can never reach. I hope the good folks at Corona are all collectively struck blind in an unfortunate rubber-band accident during a staff meeting. And then they'll be all 'oh, no, now I can't see the sandy beach, or the happy palm trees, or the calm blue ocean calm blue ocean calm blue ocean calm blue ocean calm blue ocean calm blue ocean calm blue ocean calm blue.........