Archive for March, 2007
I’m all for people creating new and exciting dining experience but we have to draw the line somewhere.
I would have drawn it before suspending a 22-seat dining table 50 meters above the ground.
The questions raised (ha!) are almost endless, but they start with just “Why?”. Is the menu full of ‘flying’ puns? What happens if you drop something? Do they cook the food up there or fly it in? If you rent it for eight hours, does it land every time some one wants to go to the toilet? Again, just “why?”.
And worse, does this raise the stakes? What’s next? Supper in space? Strap skies onto a table and chairs and have bit of snack?
First seen on An Obsession with Food
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
I think the Savage Chickens have captured the spirit of the day.
Watching TV earlier this week I was appalled by an advert for the Tassimo coffee maker, sorry, coffee system. I’m not annoyed by the stupid name, the annoyingly stereotyped adverts, or the fact that the machine is just an attempt to tie people to one manufacturer by combining the freely available coffee, milk, and whatnot in one machine-specific proprietary one-use over-priced cartridge. That’s fine, I’m happy not buying one. I’m sure it fills a niche.
No, what annoyed me is that apparently the Tassimo is Product of the Year, at least in the field of drinks equipment.
Now, I’m not annoyed by the fact that it’s a pretty lofty claim for a kichen gadget that’s not even very original in it’s field, nor am I annoyed that Cillit Bang is nowhere to be found in the cleaning products section.
I’m not even annoyed by the fact that the Product of the Year badge is a badly disguised marketing gimmick where you pay for consideration by the public (well, the 12 thousand or so who can be arsed to return the form) and then pay if you win.
No, the thing that really tweaked me off was that it’s Product of the Year 2007. Eh, I had to check the calendar to make sure I hadn’t slept for nine months.
It’s a bit premature to be handing out the 2007 awards, no? How’s your typical wacky inventor going to feel when, after perfecting a machine that converts household waste into the delicious beverage of your choice, he realises he’s playing second fiddle to a glorified vending machine?
I urge everyone to brandish their biros and insert the phrase ‘the first quarter of’ into the logo wherever they may see it.
(Probably best not to do it if it’s you’re seeing it on a website or a TV advert, you’re just going to get ink on your screen).
The lack of posts this week has been due to me arguing with new technology, more specifically my new computer refusing to install windows. Eventually I bent it to my will — although I’m still not sure what I did to make it work. In any case its eyes now glow with raw power rather than silent contempt for my abilities:
Why yes, I’m a geek, what gave it away?