Potential unsiezed
I saw a sign on a taxi rear today advertising Jupiter’s new show “Zingara”. I have heard that it is a disorganized, ramshackle affair with no coherent storyline or development, but what amazes me is the tagline: “Be seduced by the Gypsy Queen.”
Surely I’m not the only person who knows that the Romani people consider “Gypsy” to be derogatory, to the extent that African-American people object to the term “nigger”? Can you imagine if the tagline was: “Be seduced by the Nigger Queen.” People would flock to be seduced, I’m sure. I’m probably just begging my blog to be attacked by spam comments with that selection of keywords, but hey: If my friends can’t even work out how to post a comment, then how will a bot? That’s my opinion on the matter. Oh, hopefully I’ll also get the Musings blocked by overzealous corporate firewalls. In which case, I’m sorry - my intention was to get the slacker reading the Musings on work time fired, not overtax poorly-implemented mail-guard solutions.
Another wierd ad I saw today was being driven around the city, as a construction on top of a ute, specifically designed to be an ad people see and talk about. I’m going to talk about it, but not in the way the QPSU hopes I will:
I don’t think there’s much wrong with Queensland Health. Sure, I say that as a young-ish white person living in a metropolitan zoning, but being old or living in the country are both the virtual “kiss of death” they’ve always been. The sign, incidentally, said “Qld Health. FIX IT NOW!”
I had breakfast with Rob Wilson this morning at the Works cafe, and tonight I’m having dinner with family and Powell’s to celebrate Carmen’s return to civilzation, from the depths of darkest Tasmania. Woo has promised to help me mount new technology into my plane this weekend too - new servos, gears, and the like - so it should be a good weekend if potential is anything to go by.