Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Some Word Origins


I received an email from Charlie Z, as follows: 

Otto - you probably know this --- where did the term "Making ends meet" come from? 

Byter Charlie 

It’s been a while sine we had a look at word origins so . . . 
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Making ends meet: 

Meaning: 

To earn or have enough money to live on without getting into debt. 

Origin: 

Explanation 1: 

The expression is first recorded in The History of the Worthies of England (1662), by the Church of England clergyman Thomas Fuller (1607/8-61). Fuller was writing about the English Protestant leader Edmund Grindal (1519-83), saying: “Worldly wealth he cared not for, desiring onely to ‘make both ends meet’; and as for that little that ‘lapped over’, he gave it to pious uses in both Universities . . .” 

In the above lines, Fuller was quoting an expression already in use. It is believed that its origin is from tailoring or dressmaking, that it refers to the amount of material needed to make a piece of clothing reach round the body, so that its two ends meet. This is what Thomas Fuller seemed to imply with “that little that lapped over” in the words quoted above. 

This explanation is supported by the second- record use of the phrase in A New Dictionary of the Terms Ancient and Modern of the Canting Crew (1699), by “B. E. Gent.”, where it records “Tis good to make both Ends meet, or to cut your Coat according to your Cloth.” 


Explanation 2: 

An alternative explanation suggests that the ends referred to are the ends of each year, the beginning and end. The word “meet” in this context means to agree or tally, therefore making ends meet, tallying the beginning and end of the year, means s to keep one’s finances, income and expenditure, in balance throughout the year. 

Those two explanations are not mutually exclusive: the two earliest attestations seem to indicate that the original image was the amount of cloth necessary to make a garment reach round the body, while the later uses seem to show that the phrase was reinterpreted as referring to bookkeeping. 

Some etymologists are of the opinion that the original meaning of the amount of cloth necessary to make a garment reach round the body was reinterpreted later as referring to bookkeeping. 

Explanation 3: 

The expression may also refer to the ends of rope meeting, signifying continuity and therefore security and stability. By extension, it was later applied to making money last from one pay period to the next (the ends), so leaving no gap or break in the availability of funds 

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Protest: 

The word protest dates from about 1400, coming from the Old French “preotester” and the Latin “protestari” where it meant to declare publicly, to testify, “pro” meaning in front of, forward, and “testari” being from the same source as “testify”, meaning to witness. The word survives today with this meaning in the expression to protest one’s innocence. 

The word underwent a meaning shift, the first recorded usage in the sense of a statement of disapproval being recorded in 1751. 

The term “protest march” was first used in 1913 to describe the march that Gandhi organized to protest the restrictions that had been imposed on the Indian population of South Africa -- the first massive civil disobedience campaign. 



By the 1930’s people were using phrases like "the literature of protest" and "social protest" to suggest the whole range of progressive agitation, but it became mainstream with the civil rights movement in the 1950s and 1960s. 

In the 1950s protest marches were used in support of the Ban the Bomb campaigns. 

A huge crowd, mostly women sheltered under their umbrellas in Trafalgar square, London on May 12, 1957, at a mass meeting of the national council for the abolition of nuclear weapon tests. The rally was organized as a women’s protest march against H-bomb tests from Hyde Park to Trafalgar square. 

The Australian and Swedish contingents in the anti-H bomb march from the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment at Aldermaston, Berkshire, to London. Tens of thousands of people marked the end of the Aldermaston “ban the bomb” march with a rally in central London, when around 60,000 protesters gathered at Trafalgar Square (although organisers claimed the crowds numbered at least 100,000). This was the largest demonstration London had seen this century. Date: 27/03/1959 
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Demonstration: 

Although it may be tempting to assume that the word demonstrate has a connection with demons, that is not the case. The ‘root’ word of demonstrate, like monstrar (as in modern Spanish) means to show. It has nothing to do with devils. 

Meaning "public show of feeling by a number of persons in support of some political or social cause," at first usually involving a mass meeting and a procession, is from 1839. 
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Boycott: 

Meaning: 

To boycott means to stop buying or using the goods or services of a certain company or country as a protest; the noun boycott is the protest itself. 


During the Irish “Land War” of the late 1800s, a British Captain by the name of Charles Boycott was the land agent of an absentee landlord called Lord Erne in County Mayo, Ireland. In 1880, after a year of bad harvests, Lord Erne – thinking himself a generous man – offered his tenants a 10% reduction in their rents. However, his tenants didn’t think this to be enough of a reduction, so they protested and demanded a 25% reduction. Lord Erne refused this, dispatching his trusty land agent Captain Charles Boycott to evict the revolting tenants. 

Shortly before this happened, a member of the Irish Land League known as Charles Stewart Parnell had proposed dealing with landlords and land agents through a peaceful form of social ostracism, rather than resorting to violence. Parnell proposed those in the local community should simply ignore the offender and conduct no business with them. 

Soon after the news of Charles Boycott’s eviction drives spread, he found himself isolated within the local community. Despite the short-term economic strife it bought them, his workers stopped working in his fields and stables, as well as at his house. Local businessmen stopped trading with him and even the local postman refused to deliver his mail! 

Because of the action taken against him, Boycott was facing financial peril as nobody would take on the job of harvesting his crops. Eventually, he hired 50 men from further out areas to come harvest the crops. He paid for an escort of 1,000 armed policemen and soldiers to bring them to his estate. HHowever, the Irish Land League’s promise of no violence had been 100% genuine as no violent action was taken against Boycott or his hired guns and workers. 

The cost of Boycott’s protection for his harvesters has cost far more than the harvest had been worth, leaving him at a great financial loss. After the harvest, the boycott on Boycott successfully continued. 

It didn’t take long for the press to pick up on the boycott, and within a matter of mere weeks Boycott’s name was everywhere! James Redpath of the New York Tribune was the first person to use the word in international press shortly after the incident, and The Times used the term to describe an organized isolation in November of 1880. By 1881, the term “boycott” was now being used to describe things figuratively, with one article in The Spectator describing how nature had “Boycotted London from Kew to Mile End”. 

Less than a year after the boycott on Boycott, the word was a staple of the English language worldwide. 


Caricature of Charles Boycott by Spy (Leslie Ward). Boycott is shown with a long grey beard, a long nose and a bald head. 

Portrait of Captain Boycott – from The Illustrated London News – 10th July 1897 
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Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Thought for the Day

 Sent to by Rosie . . .  thanks, Rosie.






Poetry Spot: The Three Little Pigs

From Wikipedia: 

"The Three Little Pigs" is a fable about three pigs who build three houses of different materials. A Big Bad Wolf blows down the first two pigs' houses, made of straw and sticks respectively, but is unable to destroy the third pig's house, made of bricks. Printed versions date back to the 1840s, but the story itself is thought to be much older. The phrases used in the story, and the various morals drawn from it, have become embedded in Western culture. 

Here is Roald Dahl’s twist in the tale (ha ha) . . . 

The Three Little Pigs

Roald Dahl 

The animal I really dig, 
Above all others is the pig. 
Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever, 
Pigs are courteous. However, 
Now and then, to break this rule, 
One meets a pig who is a fool. 
What, for example, would you say, 
If strolling through the woods one day, 
Right there in front of you you saw 
A pig who'd built his house of STRAW? 
The Wolf who saw it licked his lips, 
And said, 'That pig has had his chips.' 
'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' 
'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!' 
'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' 

The little pig began to pray, 
But Wolfie blew his house away. 
He shouted, 'Bacon, pork and ham! 
Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!' 
And though he ate the pig quite fast, 
He carefully kept the tail till last. 
Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated. 
Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted 
Another little house for pigs, 
And this one had been built of TWIGS! 

'Little pig, little pig, let me come in!' 
'No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!' 
'Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!' 

The Wolf said, 'Okay, here we go!' 
He then began to blow and blow. 
The little pig began to squeal. 
He cried, 'Oh Wolf, you've had one meal! 
Why can't we talk and make a deal? 
The Wolf replied, 'Not on your nelly!' 
And soon the pig was in his belly. 

'Two juicy little pigs!' Wolf cried, 
'But still I'm not quite satisfied! 
I know how full my tummy's bulging, 
But oh, how I adore indulging.' 
So creeping quietly as a mouse, 
The Wolf approached another house, 
A house which also had inside 
A little piggy trying to hide. 
'You'll not get me!' the Piggy cried. 
'I'll blow you down!' the Wolf replied. 
'You'll need,' Pig said, 'a lot of puff, 
And I don't think you've got enough.' 
Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew. 
The house stayed up as good as new. 
'If I can't blow it down,' Wolf said, 
I'll have to blow it up instead. 
I'll come back in the dead of night 
And blow it up with dynamite!' 
Pig cried, 'You brute! I might have known!' 
Then, picking up the telephone, 
He dialled as quickly as he could 
The number of red Riding Hood. 

'Hello,' she said. 'Who's speaking? Who? 
Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?' 
Pig cried, 'I need your help, Miss Hood! 
Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?' 
'I'll try of course,' Miss Hood replied. 
'What's on your mind...?' 'A Wolf!' Pig cried. 
'I know you've dealt with wolves before, 
And now I've got one at my door!' 

'My darling Pig,' she said, 'my sweet, 
That's something really up my street. 
I've just begun to wash my hair. 
But when it's dry, I'll be right there.' 

A short while later, through the wood, 
Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood. 
The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze, 
And yellowish, like mayonnaise. 
His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw, 
And spit was dripping from his jaw. 
Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers. 
She draws the pistol from her knickers. 
Once more she hits the vital spot, 
And kills him with a single shot. 
Pig, peeping through the window, stood 
And yelled, 'Well done, Miss Riding Hood!' 

Ah, Piglet, you must never trust 
Young ladies from the upper crust. 
For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes, 
Not only has two wolfskin coats, 
But when she goes from place to place, 
She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE.

Monday, October 12, 2020

Quote for the Day

 "There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we don't know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we don't know we don't know." 

Donald Rumsfeld

(1932 - )

Secretary of Defense from 1975 to 1977 under Gerald Ford, and again from January 2001 to December 2006 under George W. Bush.

(Surprisingly the above quote makes a lot of sense when you think about it.)

Photos To Remind Everyone That Many Animals Are Way Bigger Than Most Of Us Think – Part 3

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The following pics, captions and reader comments as to how big some big things really are come from a Bored Panda article at: 

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Ever Wonder How Big An Eagle Talon Is? 


Reader comments: 

More proof they are living dinosaurs. 

Wouldn't it be cool if we found out that T-Rex actually had feathers? 

Some eagles can carry off a fully grown sheep or goat 

Hear that sound? It was my jaw hitting the floor! 

Yowzaa!!!!😱 

Ugly lizard kind of skin 

HO.LY. S**T 

Polly wants a cracker... NOW. 

My spirit animal, love them!! 
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A Whale Skull With A Human For Scale 


Yo... This is actually a baby whale's skull. A fully grown adult whale has a head bigger than that. (I know that's baby whale because I had seen it in a museum) 

Plague doctor mask lol 

Would make a pretty cool looking coffin 

I was actually thinking the same thing! 

Looks like a dinosaur skeleton. 

Consider Big Blue. The blue whale's tongue is the size of a full-grown elephant! 

Oh jeez!!! We all know they are big but when you have a human to show the size comparison it's beyond what most imagine... 

Sadly it's not a 'whole' skull at the same time. 
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Believe It Or Not, This Is One Of The Least Dangerous Spiders We Have In Australia 


Yep, Huntsman spider, harmless. But if I came across it I'd shit myself eleven months of Sundays. 

Had one chase me once..I dropped a pair of phone books on it and left them there for a week, just to make sure.. 

Least dangerous, because you can spot it coming a mile away? 

I love how in Australia things are described as "least dangerous". 

Majority of Huntsman species are solitary spiders and only meet with a female to breed with except The Social Huntsman, the name speaks for itself. The colonies are usually found in dead trees. 

Well I'm never moving to Australia 

...And to think, Hermione sent her parents to Australia to protect them against Voldy? REALLY?!? 

I don’t care if he cooks dinner and washes the dishes afterwards, I’d still scream bloody murder if I see one! 

For anyone wondering, the rest of the "dirt" on the broom is baby spiders in a nest. 

They love to live in cars 

I bet they can drive too 

Honestly they aren’t that bad. The first time you see one you get a fright but they really don’t bother you much. 

I love Huntsmans. They're big and fuzzy and not all that bright, but they eat nastier spiders. 

It's worse when they have their babies with them 

IDC if that thing is not poisonous, if that crawled on me, I would faint from sheer terror and shit myself. 

But don't enter the dunny if there is a redback. 

If the Huntsman is one of the least dangerous spiders in Australia, what are your offerings for most dangerous? Actually, I like spiders, and I am not going to burn down my house. 

Oh jeez!! Just the size would have me running for the hills!!! 

Do you know you can hear a huntsman walking across the ceiling at night? The sense of foreboding when the footsteps stop immediately above your face is overwhelming. (But, if you do have a resident huntsman, you will never have spiderwebs as the huntsman eats all other spiders!) 

LOL! My SO nearly crapped himself when a spider popped up next to him! It was the size of the nail on my little finger; if he saw this he'd have a heart attack! 

Pretty harmless, but ugly as sin 

Sorry guys but I can assure you huntsmen are nowhere near as big as this one appears to be. The biggest one I have seen in 60 odd years in Australia would fit on the palm an average sized man's hand. Perspective can be tricky with short focal length cameras. 

Love you ozzies but I am NEVER going to Australia. Not without a bio hazard suit anyway 

You're welcome to them - keep them right there in Oz, please & thank you. 
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Bear Paw Is Pretty Metal 


I'm hoping this is a vets picture, not a photo of the aftermath of shooting it.. 

It is. A vet has sedated the bear so that a tracker can be attached to it 

This paw can hi-five my whole body! 

Yeah, and then you'll never get up again! 

This little piggy went to market ... 

This little piggy ate whatever it wanted...... 

The bear claw pastry they sell at my local diner should be called a cub paw. 

Grizzly paw, to be accurate and fair. Not all bears are quite that big. 

a) I hope the bear is alive 
b) Leonardo was damn lucky (The Revenant) 

Don't ya just hate it when you can't get a manicure.. 
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Sunday, October 11, 2020

Quote for the Day


 

Parody: The Raven


Writing a parody is not an easy task, one must maintain not only the structure and rhyming patterns but also the “feel” of the poem being parodied. Some poems would be harder than others to parody, The Raven being a case in point. The style, the internal rhymes, the narrative would all be difficult to incorporate. That is why the parody below is a good effort, telling the story of how Edgard Allen Poe’s cat killed the raven and brought Poe’s interaction with it to an end. The story is told by Poe’s cat. 

First, the original poem . . . 




BY EDGAR ALLAN POE 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— 
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— 
    Only this and nothing more.” 

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; 
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. 
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow 
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— 
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— 
    Nameless here for evermore. 

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain 
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating 
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door— 
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;— 
This it is and nothing more.” 

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; 
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, 
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, 
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;— 
    Darkness there and nothing more. 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, 
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; 
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, 
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?” 
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”— 
    Merely this and nothing more. 

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, 
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. 
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; 
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— 
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 
    ’Tis the wind and nothing more!” 

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, 
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; 
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; 
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— 
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— 
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, 
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, 
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— 
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” 
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, 
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; 
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being 
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— 
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, 
    With such name as “Nevermore.” 

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only 
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. 
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— 
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— 
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.” 
    Then the bird said “Nevermore.” 

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store 
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster 
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— 
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore 
    Of ‘Never—nevermore’.” 

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, 
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; 
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking 
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— 
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore 
    Meant in croaking “Nevermore.” 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing 
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; 
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining 
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er, 
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, 
    She shall press, ah, nevermore! 

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer 
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee 
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; 
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” 
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” 

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— 
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, 
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— 
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— 
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!” 
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” 

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil! 
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— 
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, 
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— 
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” 
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” 

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting— 
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! 
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! 
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! 
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” 
    Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” 

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting 
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; 
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, 
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; 
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor 
    Shall be lifted—nevermore! 


The parody: 


THE END OF THE RAVEN
by
Edgar Allen Poe's cat 

from Henry Beard's 'Poetry For Cats' 

On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more" 

Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor
Bric-a-brac and junk galore. 

Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth - "Nevermore."
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore -
Only this and not much more. 

"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put an end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.

Saturday, October 10, 2020

Quote for the Day

 


Guerilla Marketing Fails

"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong". 
- Murphy’s Law 

“Murphy was an optimist.” 
- O’Toole’s Commentary 

A few days ago I posted images of guerrilla marketing (marketing or promoting an event or product in public) and street marketing (guerrilla marketing that is confined to the streets), the essential characteristics being that such marketing is notable, memorable and different from more traditional print and media ads. 

It prompted Byter Steve M to send me an email: 

Super Bytes today Otto, 

I just love the street art/outdoor promotional ads. Brilliant! There are some pretty dreadful ads around at the moment so it is refreshing to see some genius at work in the advertising industry. Diane and I are just watching the series MadMen (about advertising)... well worth a squiz though it takes a few episodes to build. 

All the best as always 

Steve m 


But, to paraphrase Robbie Burns, the best laid plans of mice, men and guerrilla marketing often go awry, as the following incidences show: 

Aqua Teen: 

Aqua Teen Hunger Force, commonly known as Aqua Teen, is an American adult animated television series about the surreal adventures and antics of three anthropomorphic fast food items: Master Shake, Frylock and Meatwad. Also in the shows are The Mooninites, two pixelated, two-dimensional inhabitants of the Moon who frequently come to Earth. 

In January 2007 the promoters of Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters, a film based on Aqua Teen Hunger Force, thought it would be a great means of advertising the film by placing battery-powered LED placards depicting the Mooninites throughout Boston and the surrounding cities of Cambridge and Somerville. 

The Boston Police Department and Boston Fire Department mistakenly identified the blinking placards as improvised explosive devices. With the population in heightened awareness in a post 9-11 world, installing a series of complex wire-filled devices with their own power sources on public structural elements like bridge supports was probably not the best of ides. Nor was not telling the police, even after learning that the devices were being treated as bombs. 

The two men who placed the devices were arrested and Turner Broadcasting paid millions of dollars to city police and Homeland Security to resolve the matter. 

A State Police Bomb Squad officer removes a device from a support column of the McGrath Highway on January 31, 2007. 

A Mooninite hanging beneath an overpass in Boston. 

Chicago Police commander Wayne Gulliford leans an electronic advertising devise against a wall 


Vodafone: 

Liverpool Football Club coach Bill Shankly has been famously quoted as saying “Some people believe football is a matter of life and death, I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that.' 

Australians and New Zealanders who follow Rugby Union feel the same way about the Bledisloe Cup. 

It should have been obvious beforehand that to interrupt a Bledisloe Cup match with a marketing stunt would not go down well. 

In 2002 during the Bledisloe Cup match in Sydney, two men wearing nothing but the logo of phone company Vodafone painted on their bodies ran onto the field just as NZ All Black Andrew Mehrtens was preparing to take an important penalty kick. Mehrtens missed the kick and Australia went on to win 16-14. 

It subsequently came out that the head of the Australian arm of Vodafone had okayed the stunt and agreed to pay any fines that the streakers might incur. 

Vodafone ended up paying a host of fines due to the stunt. The streakers themselves were also fined for trespassing and indecent exposure. 

Vodafone NZ managing director Tim Miles stated "Everyone here is very disappointed about what happened, and we want to apologise to the All Blacks, rugby fans, our customers and all of New Zealand, It was an inappropriate prank and if Vodafone New Zealand had known about it we would have put a stop to it." It also donated NZ$100,000 to a campaign to reduce sports injuries and published an apology in newspapers. 



Balloonfest: 

In 1985 Disneyland had set the world record when it released 1.2 million balloons to commemorate Disneyland's 30th anniversary. United Way of America (now United Way Worldwide), a nonprofit organisation that is a coalition of charitable organizations, decided to go bigger. 

In Cleveland, Ohio, on September 27, 1986, in what was dubbed Balloonfest, almost 1.5 million balloons filled with helium were released at around 1:50 pm from the public square. 

Even if the stunt had gone correctly, it would have still been a disaster. Today balloons are banned in most places, being dangerous to aircraft, environmentally unfriendly and dangerous to wildlife, especially marine wildlife when winds take the balloons over the seas and oceans. 

But the stunt did not go correctly. 

Rather than floating up and away, the balloons were caught in the airflow of an approaching rainstorm. Instead of rising and popping, they were wet by the rain and simply descended. They quickly drifted to the runway at a local airport, which temporarily shut down. Drivers swerved and crashed. 

The balloons spooked prize-winning horses, whose owner settled with United Way for $100,000. 

They also impeded the Coast Guard's attempts to locate a pair of boaters on Lake Erie, the surface of which was covered in balloons. The floating balloons made finding the head of someone fighting to stay above water impossible. The two men were later found to have drowned and their wives sued United Way. One settled for $3.2 million, another settled on undisclosed terms. 





Snapple Popsicle:

Going bigger isn't always better, as Snapple found out in 2005 when it attempted to erect the world's largest popsicle in New York's Times Square. 

The stunt might have worked had the drink maker not tried to set up the 7.62 metres (25foot) tall popsicle, made of frozen Snapple juice and weighing 16 tonnes (17.5 tons,) on an 80-degree June day. The frozen treat began to melt as it was being lifted upright, flooding parts of downtown Manhattan with kiwi-strawberry-flavoured Snapple. 

Firefighters had to be called in to close off streets and hose down the mess. 




Kids Who Could Fly: 

Maximum Ride is a series about a group of children who can fly. To launch the latest book, the promoters created a large ground decal that showed Aucklanders what it was like to stand on the edge of a building and jump. 

It was hammered for encouraging youth suicide. 

What do you think?


Quite apart from the possible effect on young people, I feel queasy just looking at the pics.


Friday, October 9, 2020

Quote for the Day

 


Funny Friday

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If laughter is the best medicine, then here is your weekly dose . . . 

Stay safe readers.

Caution: risque content ahead.

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SOME HUMOUR: 

My grandpa used to sprinkle a tablespoon of gunpowder on his eggs every morning. Said it gave him energy through the day. When he died at the ripe old age of 96, he left behind a grieving wife, 6 children, 14 grandchildren, 3 great grandchildren and a 25 foot hole in the side of the crematorium. 

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A lady sneezes on a plane 

The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her nose, then visibly shuddered for ten to fifteen seconds. 

The man went back to his reading. 

A few minutes later, the woman sneezed again, took a tissue, wiped her nose, then shuddered violently once more. 

Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious about the shuddering. 

A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed yet again. As before, she took a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even more than before. 

Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man turned to the woman and said, "I couldn't help but notice that you've sneezed three times, wiped your nose and then shuddered violently. Are you OK?" 

"I am sorry if I disturbed you. I have a very rare medical condition. Whenever I sneeze I have an orgasm." 

The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious. "I have never heard of that condition before" he said. "Are you taking anything for it?" 

The woman nodded, "Pepper.” 

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Morris was going through an old drawer, and he discovered a ticket for the cobbler shop, dated about 40 years ago. He remembered having brought in his spare loafers to get new heels, so many years ago, and somehow he had forgotten all about them. 

"I wonder if old Gelbstein still has his shop? It's been so long since I was even in that part of the city." 

So Morris goes down there, and to his amazement, Gelbstein's Shoe Repair is still there, and through the window he actually sees old Mr. Gelbstein behind the counter. He was sure that the shoes would be long gone, but it wouldn't hurt to ask, so he walked into the shop and greeted the old man, and showed him the 40-year-old ticket. "You wouldn't by any chance still have these shoes, would you?" 

Gelbstein took the ticket, said "Let me check," and toddled off into the back. Then he called out, "Here they are!" 

"Man, this guy is amazing," thought Morris. 

Gelbstein comes back out and gets behind the counter. He hands back the ticket to Morris, and tells him, "They'll be ready on Tuesday." 

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What’s the difference between a politician and a flying pig? 

The letter F. 

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FROM THE VAULT: 

An old lady wakes up one morning to find that there's a gorilla in the tree in her back garden. She looks in the yellow pages and sure enough, there's an ad for "Gorilla Removers." She calls the number and the gorilla remover says he'll be over in 30 minutes. 

The gorilla remover arrives with his truck which contains a ladder, a pitchfork, a shotgun, a set of manacles, a winch, a suspended metal cage and a large snarling dog with big teeth, wearing a muzzle. 

He sets up his equipment in the back yard, removes the muzzle from the dog and says to the old lady "I'm going to climb the tree using this ladder, then I work my way along the branch and give the gorilla a poke with the pitchfork. This will force the gorilla to jump down, whereupon this specially trained dog runs up and grabs him by the testicles, holding him immobile until I get down. I then put the manacles on him, drop the cage over him and take him to the zoo. They give me a donation and it doesn’t cost you anything.” 

“That would be lovely,” she says. 

“All you have to do is hold the shotgun,” he says. 

“What do I do with the shotgun?” she asks. 

“Lady,” he responds, “If I fall off the ladder, shoot the fucking dog!” 

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LIMERICK OF THE WEEK: 

A crossword compiler named Moss 
Found himself quite at a loss. 
When asked “Why so blue?” 
Said “I haven’t a clue, 
I’m 2 Down to put 1 Across.” 

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GALLERY: 

 








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CORN CORNER: 

What's the difference between an art student and a philosophy student? 

A philosophy student asks you why you want fries with that. 

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What's the difference between a burro and a burrow? 

If you don't know, you can't tell your ass from a hole in the ground. 

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I went to the dentist to put all caps on my teeth... 

...now I can't help but shout every time I talk. 

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A husband says to his wife, “My Olympic condoms have arrived. I think I’ll wear Gold tonight.” 

The wife replies, “Why not wear silver and come second for a change?” 

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Does every Tickle-Me-Elmo have to have test-tickles before they leave the factory? 

No, Not every one, only the males 

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I bought the world's worst thesaurus yesterday. 

Not only is it terrible, it's terrible. 

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