
AIEEEE! Mental image winning! Mental image winning!

AIEEEE! Mental image winning! Mental image winning!

I feel a Beatles parody song coming on…

The T-shirt is right — either go with:
…but don’t mix the two. That way lies madness (or, perhaps the Gipsy Kings). It ain’t pretty.
The question was raised on FOX affiliate WNYW’s news program: If you can’t call stuff like soy milk, rice milk, almond milk and so on “milk”, what should you call it? Anchor Greg Kelly didn’t think that “soy juice” sounded right, so his co-anchor Rosanna Scotto came up with a better suggestion:
I don’t like soy milk, so I think that Ms. Scotto’s suggested name is right on the money.
I don’t think Leonard Nimoy has any idea what that hand gesture [beware, raunchy content] means. The dude on the right scores major bragging points for this photo.
When I was young, I used to cringe when adults made clumsy, if well-intentioned, attempts to speak in what they thought was “youthful slang” in order to make a connection with us.
Now that I’m one of those adults, I can’t tell for sure whether the message in this poster (which I saw in the Toronto subway yesterday) comes across to today’s net/text-speaking youth as clever or clumsy. I’m torn – should my reaction be LOL or WTF?
(And is it me, or does the expression on the guy’s face say BRB?)