I’ve moved into a new place recently and after finding a signal wall socket that actually works I’ve managed to hook the TV up, mostly just to be on in the background or to be watched when there really is nothing else to do. Achievement central.
It’s nice sometimes to just have something making a noise when you’re sat down eating, seeing as I usually eat so fast I dont have much time to say anything anyway. I was under no disillusion that people hooked on TV usually soak up moronic statements and bullshit advertising without questioning anything, but I was a bit shocked as to what extent it actually took place.
Bill Hicks said people in marketing have no soul and should kill themselves, I’d be entitled to agree but I’m starting to think they might not actually be the problem. I mean if this unintelligent drivel actually sells things on behalf of the companies that sanction the ads, the problem is no doubt the general public soaking up such horse shit without thinking about it. Hoovering up the nonsense in droves.
I’ve seen a few examples recently that make very little sense, or just quote outrageous shite:
1) Kitchen towel being advertised that claims to have the “power of an elephant” in every sheet.
I’m sorry what? I was under the impression that advertising in this country had to both tell the truth and refrain from slanderous remarks. I’d question that a single sheet of paper towel could ever “have the power of an elephant” but I’d also wonder what this comparison was in reference to? The same power as an elephant to … pull a fallen tree? Eat 20 bananas? Soak up a spill in the kitchen? What an utter load of shit.
2) Birds eye’s new range of “Easy cook fish”. The Ad comes on and the voiceover claims that Birds eye have magically made cooking fish easier and now you can “cheat”. Basically the idea is you pull out the fish from the box, in this case salmon and it’s in some sort of pouch. The pouch can be put on a tray in the oven and cooked, until it’s ready. Er… when I cook salmon, i take it out of the packet, put it in a bit of foil and put it into the oven on a tray. Whilst you could say that not having to wrap the fish in foil first was indeed easier, it makes you wonder exactly how hard it was to wrap the fish in a bit of tin foil before putting it in the oven? As if things actually needed to be made easier at all, but all the same, take nothing away from Birds eye for their massively magical idea and general aid to the public on this one.
Now even the most retarded bastards can enjoy salmon as well, but oh … just wait a minute, unwrapping the salmon from the tin foil was easy… has anyone tried taking boiling hot fish out of a boil in the bag style pouch setup before? Yeah, so that’s where it might just fall down. Cut the bag open, scold your hands on steam then try and get the fish intact out of a slit you’ve just cut that isn’t big enough.
Another thing that has erked me a bit, whilst still causing me to pay attention is the advert for some new perfume you can get at Boots. Whilst it must be quite hard to create an advert for perfume, seeing as you have no way of actually telling anyone what it smells like, every company seems resorts to extremely pretty girls and / or posh people in fancy dresses and extravogant getups etc, people parading around flaunting themselves. As if wearing this particular scent will turn you into a gorgeous model. Here is where my slightly nasty side comes out, because every time I see the advert a certain image goes through my head.
What I *really* want to happen when I see that women lounging posing at the camera with her “I’m so smugly beautiful face”, is some chunky cock with flappy foreskin to come onto the side of the screen and just let rip the biggest, nastiest load of piss all over the pristine chick’s hair and face. Not because I get off on it, because she is so fucking pointless that seeing her getting utterly humiliated like that would cause me a great deal of amusement. The look on her face of sheer terror as the first blobs cascade down onto her pretty face eventually soaking her. I actually think that due to her incredibly good looks and easy as shit lifestyle she actually DESERVES it. Perhaps it’s jealousy I dunno, who cares? It’s my fucking page and I’ll write what I feel like!
Anyway… the last thing I’ve seen recently that has made me think “wtf” was an advert for a program on the BBC. Not something advertising a product to thickos, an actual BBC advert where they claim in a program upcomming they are going to “Put science to the test”.
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Does anyone actually know what the fuck that is meant to mean?
How can you put a whole area of study to the test? How can you actively go out and test something that only exists through another medium? Surely what they mean is they’re aiming to get a bunch of scientists together to attempt to solve a problem via scientific means. So what the program will be about is actually putting PEOPLE to the test to see if they can use scientific methods to solve an issue.
Great, I can get with that, but the idea of putting “science” to the test, something that doesn’t physically exist in a measurable state is utter nonscense. It’s almost too perfect that it parodies the Brasseye episode “Science” made about 15 years ago today where they put “science on trial”, showing a picture of a few chemistry test tubes sat in a court dock.
Science, you are accused of going too far!


The very notion of putting a subject area to the test is unfathomable, even more so for the fact the entire level of scientific understanding involved depends entirely upon the scientists involved.
So yet again well done to the BBC, a corporation that frequently causes me rage. I swear to God (or I would, if he existed) that they BBC is infested with left wing, bullshit talking retards with very little in the way of either brain power or creativity, or indeed intelligence. They do *nothing*, nothing at all to show me they want to relate to intelligent people, mostly because I fear they actually have no one with an IQ of over 90 working for them. At least in charge of programming and schedules.
Do something daring for once you bunch of pricks, make a show for a simple hour a week that thick cunts will not be able to relate to and entertain me and people like me. Give me *something* for my license fee.
I’m off to go and make my dinner now to “put cooking to the test”.
Not myself, of course, the actual subject area of cooking itself, will it yield results or will it fail me miserably?? Stay tuned.