As the tale goes…
The Newfoundland Department of Employment claimed that a boat owner wasn’t paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent from St. John’s to Burin to investigate him.
Government Agent:
“I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them.”
Boat Owner:
“Well, there’s Clarence, my hired hand, he’s been with me for 3 years. I pay him $200 a week plus free room and board. Then there’s the mentally challenged guy. He works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of Lamb’s rum and a dozen Labatt Lite every Saturday night so he can cope with life. He also gets to sleep with my wife occasionally.”
Government Agent:
“That’s the guy I want to talk to—the mentally challenged one.”
Boat Owner:
“That’ll be me. What’d you want to know?”
Thanks to ex-Maritime designer colleague David Peters
(no relation) for the yarn.
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.
I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time.
What do you get at the end of it? Death!
What’s that, a bonus?
I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, get it out of the way.
Then you live in an old age home.
You get kicked out when you’re too young,
you get a gold watch, you go to work.
You work forty years until you’re young enough
to enjoy your retirement.
You party, you get ready for high school.
You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play.
You have no responsibilities, you become a little baby,
you go back into the womb, you spend your
last nine months floating…
…and you finish off as an orgasm.
(thanks George Carlin)
Through graffiti… in every corner of the world.
(original image sources unknown)
London, UK
Complex philosophical concepts are explained by means of basic shapes and concise definitions in these clever, minimalist, and colourful Philographics by Catalonian-born designer Genís Carreras.
See more here.
A “bumper-sticker quotable” from my cousin,
The Honourable Madam Justice Bonnie R. Warkentin… :-)
(somewhere in the UK)
“An eccentric side project born out of too many sleepless nights at the Royal College of Art and a homesickness for the rugged Highlands. Bicycle Taxidermy first began on a couple of memento mori for my father’s once prized but long discarded mountain and road bikes…”
(This made me smile. That’s why I shared it :-)
Dublin, Ireland
A week ago, Ireland’s creative community got together to release a lot of pent up anger and sadness through the medium of the A3 poster, all in aid of Temple Street Children’s Hospital. Ad creatives, designers, animators, directors, illustrators and more have taken time out to dress up their favourite “worst feedback from clients,” transforming quotes that would normally give you a twitch, into a diverse collection of posters.
Very cathartic, methinks. See more posters here.
(thanks to David Coates of Ion for the link)
