For ita: Comic Book Martial Arts Ads
The below images are ads for martial arts courses that appeared in comic books of the late 50s through the early 80s. The ads were usually over the top in their promises to teach you how to smash bricks with your head, turn invisible, fight 12 attackers at one time, and kill a man with your pinky finger. Even including bodybuilding courses, hypno coins, and fake vomit in the equation, there was something especially strange about selling martial arts training through comic book ads. Unlike all those other products, it was unlikely anyone could get hurt or killed by mucking about with a sea monkey. Yet, in truth, all you really got for your 99 cents was a small pamphlet providing ass-backwards instruction in a few techniques, or, more often, a "taster" for the larger course. It's safe to say no one became a martial arts master through a comic book ad.
From one of the ads:
Turn your hands into "explosive" defense mechanism!
You can lick your weight in tigers as a skilled FEARLESS MASTER OF ORIENTAL FIGHTING ARTS
There's a coworker here who always makes me feel like doing a double-take, for no particular reason I could fathom. And I just now realized it's because she looks exactly like Kat.
We followed up the viewing of Ratatouille with food at Popeye's Fried Chicken & Biscuits, because when my short-cut to the movie theatre turned into a long-cut, we passed one in Kenmore Square that had to have opened like really recently. Cajun counts as French cooking, right?
Isla Bonita indeed.
That very island was featured on Samantha Brown's Passport to Latin America this week (the Belize episode). Looked like a lovely place to get away from it all. But not an inspiration for a Madonna song.
Go, Allyson!
Jesse, I have a package to send. Can you please swing by and take it to the post office since you are already going?
Yeah, no.
So, I'm kind of glad I went to the post office, because it was market research paper towels, and that cracked me up.
Also, I went to McDonald's and was disappointed by under-salted fries.
In today's edition of Shit I Didn't Say: gosh, thank you for checking to see how busy I am before you volunteered my services to another group! I bet you had no idea of how much I am working on until I replied to your mail, did you? Oh, and by the way, there's still no decisive answer about how to phrase the thing you're freaking out about. I TOLD YOU SO.
gnnng. I can haz new job now, plz?
looks around guiltily
I didn't mean to kill the thread! Come back!
I think they all left us.
I'm debating what to have for lunch. What should I have for lunch?
Tacos.
That's my standard answer whenever anyone asks me that. So far, one person has followed it.
