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Saturday, July 31, 2010
You know what I love? Kitten pie!
PETA has pumped up its colossally moronic "Sea Kittens" ad campaign, a pathetic attempt to antropomorphize homely cold-blooded creatures that suffer the dual handicaps of being both tasty and dumber than most anything else with vertebrae and which are, as a consequence, routinely outwitted by five-year-olds armed with nothing more sophisticated than a string and a worm.
Now they want to use their funds to splash the "Sea Kittens" message all over the side of a fossil-fuel-gulping jet that has a carbon footprint like Shaq's snowshoe and which, as an added bonus, might even serve braised sea kitten as an entree in the first class cabin.
When you become a Gaia-huggin' PETAphile, do they remove your irony gland for free, or do they make you pay to get that done?