I was going to mention the boy too. He looks like he's about to be ill all over the sign.

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I did not look at the picture because of a purile interest in lace up boots and miniskirts!

Did not!

It struck me while reading this thread (the parts about design) that everybody is influenced in purchasing decisions by design in some form or another. You have people who look for form over function, people who look for function over form, people who just need something to get the job done, people who need something to look good while doing the job. If you were set out to purchase an item, and found two comparable products, that both did the same thing, for the same price, but looked different, your decision would come down to your aesthetics. Some of us would choose the item that was shiny blingblinged, and some would go for the smooth functional plastic shelled device, based on what? How our mind thinks the particular design would fit in with the rest of our possessions and beliefs about ourselves, what we stand for, and how the item fits into that...

Some people prefer brand clothing over generic threads. Their socio-economic circles might demand a particular attention to style in order to 'fit in' and be considered one of the group, wether that's a group of stock market yuppies or safety pinned punks... Maybe it shouldn't matter, since it seems so superficial, but that doesn't change it.

I'd ditch the nature fluff and fill those glass globes with hardware fasteners. They'd look damn good in the basement holding thumbtacks and picture hangers.

Hell, they'd look pretty cute on the Christmas tree filled with nails.

No basement, no flood

I don't have a basement, and I keep my nuts and bolts in a storage system similar to this one.


(Note: this is a *desirable* object. Especially when wall-mounted. When doing a job, you just take the drawer with you that you need. Excellent object!)

We could of course put those dreadful glass balls on a Christmas tree and fill them with candy, but we already have hand-made woven hearts and cones of paper for that purpose. No, I think I'll give them to my husband's aunt. She'll put all kinds of nature in them and be just tickled pink.

pressed toads?

Actually my elder sister and I once gathered dried pressed frogs that had been run over by cars and sun dried to give as a last day of school present to a teacher that was disliked by many students. Her class ended up chickening out and didn't present them formally to her as planned, so the 8 paper grocery bags were just left in the back of her pick-up truck.

Let your students know what they are getting into Bravus!

Surprisingly my sister ended up being a high school biology teacher for a number of years and is actually no planning the high school science curriculum for the state where she lives.

I was just following orders at the time. :-)
(Actually, it was quite fun gathering those frogs, I think we managed to find over 300 of them)

It's probably a good thing that you don't live round here then...

Gromit, unless it's processed when it's fresh, that is a VERY undesireable object.

Around here, the big road-kills are deer.

I remember we were in the car with Dad on the way to Moree and we hit this Eastern Grey (Kangaroo). Broke both its legs, so there was no choice but for Dad to finish it off with claw hammer.

Took a few whacks, as I recall.

And to to atone for my threadjacking, a kangaroo-bloodstained claw hammer is a pretty undesirable object.

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Originally posted by lithos:
And to to atone for my threadjacking, a kangaroo-bloodstained claw hammer is a pretty undesirable object.

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Above you'll see my nomination for Best Post of the Year.

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Originally posted by Splitcoil:
Above you'll see my nomination for Best Post of the Year.

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Most graciously accepted, my dear Splitcoil.

And it scores my nomination for Most Compellingly Nasty Mental Image of the Year, lith!

Er - your family name isn't Irwin by any chance?

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Originally posted by Gromit:
And it scores my nomination for Most Compellingly Nasty Mental Image of the Year, lith!

Er - your family name isn't Irwin by any chance?

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Man, these awards just keep rolling in. Soon I'm gonna have to clear all those Oscars and Nobels outta the ol' trophy cabinet.

No, my surname begins with a "P". But it did happen. And worse. Stuff that'd get-my-dad-sued-by-the-RSPCA worse.

I would say this could be considered Undesirable, or maybe just bad marketing.

Bad marketing indeed. The base of that mountain is far too wide!

I guess when it comes to soup, if it says penis soup, you're getting the goods. Cock flavored soup could be made from almost anything.