Oh I'd say that's the pattern of the skyway carpet, with a shadow of the structural beam, superimposed on a team-building event on the lawn of the 333.
You're right! I can imagine it would be fun if you were in your 20s, maybe getting your first job in a real skyscraper. Warm day, everything green, coolers of pop, a band playing - why this is better than working alone at home! Unless things like this mortify you.
This ad pops up in my Twitter feed a couple dozen times a day. I cannot say this with more force or sincerity: no, they do not.
I know, I know, it’s a ploy. You react with negation, but you remember your reaction, and you remember the brand. No such thing as bad publicity!
Tell that to Boar's Head.
It’s so absurd you’re curious about the brand. And indeed, I clicked, and found an interminable list of flavored coffees. Since I regard flavored coffee with the contempt it properly deserves - coffee is a flavor, and needs no other - I am not the target market. But I don’t know any men who like flavored coffee, and even if I did I do not think that they would regard decaffeinated raspberry coffee as a natural fit for a “Real Man.” You want to know how to sell this stuff to men? "Women love flavored coffee," for start. They might pick some up for the woman in their lives.
Is it a throwback to the quiche line? Real Men Don't Eat Quiche? Maybe. But the combination of decaf, flavor, “real men,” and FOOL is so off-putting I roll my eyes every time I see it.
Bruce Feirstein (born 1956) is an American screenwriter and humorist, best known for his contributions to the James Bond series and his best-selling humor books, including Real Men Don't Eat Quiche and Nice Guys Sleep Alone. Real Men Don't Eat Quiche was on The New York Times Best Seller List for 53 weeks.
There was a lot of this at the time:
I suppose there still is.
I was walking through the skyway with Birch. We passed a big man who was taking on his earbuds to someone and walking his own smaller dog. The dog attacked Birch and hung on to his hindquarters; we dragged him along for a while until the man separated his dog and continued talking.
I said “the customary thing to do is apologize,” whereupon he got a contemptuous attitude and said “Everyone wants to have a sunny glowing day even if they don’t deserve it,” which I found odd, considering his dog had bitten mine.
Prompt: small dog biting the behind of a white lab in the skyway in Minneapolis
After the skyway we found ourselves in a dense, picturesque neighborhood full of shops and cafes, rainy like Seattle but still somehow Minneapolis. I enjoyed walking around, and was sad to wake and leave it.
And now, a related feature that will provide some Friday amusements:
Usually I do this to mock, but these are not unappealing. I asked for a street in Minneapolis with shops and cafes on a rainy day.
It's not that the results were ART. It's the appeal of old urban areas with varied architecture, a sense of settled history, a human scale.
Even the made-up imaginary AI hashslop stirs something.
Probably could cut down on the streetlights, though.
Nice auto-execution, says the doc. Gotta admire a steady hand!
Tiny's good for blocking the door. No one gets past Tiny.
