Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Let's take a moment to talk about Personal Health and Beauty Product Packaging.
If you're like most people, and most people are, you're not exactly at your cognative peak when you stagger into your morning shower. I'm lucky to remember that cold water knob is on the left, and the hot on the right. At least I think so. Actually, I usually stand outside the shower and freeze until I get the temperature right. Once bitten, twice shy and all that. As further evidence of a depreciated mental state, I somehow think that this would be a good time to drag a pair of razor blades over my face and neck. When the bleeding is mostly staunched I'm faced with selecting each of the the pictured products and applying same to their associated body parts. Kind of like a multiple choice quiz, but with hygenic consequences.
Which brings me back to the packaging of these items. I realize that all of the marketing computers are telling these companies the same things about the size, shape, and color of package that appeals most to the discerning super market shopper. But for the love of Pete, could you please agree on a level of variation that will make it less likely for people like me to find out just what exactly 2.54 ounces of "Gillette(R) Series(tm) after shave gel sensative skin" tastes like?
I need a new toothbrush and a haircut.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Ever hear the phrase "Ugly as Homemade Sin"? Thanks to the fine professional gentlemen who have consented to paint our house in exchange for certain financial considerations, we are well on our way to asthetic normalcy. Yee-hah!
The living room and dining room are done. The other rooms are full of boxes covered in plastic, awaiting the return of a more palatable palatte. My office is still Navy Blue since they're saving the wallpapered rooms for last. It will be wonderful when the painting is finished and we can finally unpack. Mmmmm, domestic tranquility. Isn't there something in the Constitution about that? We need an ammendment regarding the colors tenants are and are not allowed to use in rented houses...
I thought the wife would be the one who was most aggrieved by our home's interior tragedy. Oddly, I'm the on who's most disturbed by it. But do I complain? Hell yes!
I'm holed up this weekend hosting a marathon programming party. I'm also the only guest. Still, it's nice to be able to cross off big chunks of my task list. PDF file generators fear me.
More next time I take a break. For now I'm back at it...
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Well, we're back. They painted the interior of the house, except where it needed it...
I think these tragic pictures speak for themselves.
We're settling in. The water heater blew up this morning, right after the toilet broke. They tell me the events were not related. I'm not so sure.