Guerrilla Aesthetics

Anyone who has actually seen me knows I'm not terribly concerned with appearances, be they physical or environmental. My pile-based organizational style has long been the bane of my loved ones, and if it hadn't been for the handy intervention of male-pattern baldness, my hair would surely be frighteningly unkempt.

That being said, I have a bizzarely strong sense of "wrongness" when it comes to the language/composition/design of certain things. Usually printed advertisments and logos. At first I thought it some mutant form of Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder, but my pervasive apathy about everything else just doesn't fit. I'm currently operating under the assumption that I caught that insidious autism virus from infrequent hand-washing in South America.

And so, knowing my condition, you understand when the INSANE photograph of "Scrubs"-like doctors supposedly laughing (but probably screaming) included on an announcement in our company elevator (for yet another blood drive) drove me to action. In a fit of disgusted rage, I extracted the wretched thing and placed it behind the default "this space to be used for official announcements" sheet. Horrible photo hidden, smarmy passive-aggressive "I like saving lives, don't you?" text a blessedly fading memory.

Only it was put back in front later in the day. So I did it again.

And today, it was back in front again. With a "Please Do Not Remove" note.

I hid it again. I couldn't help myself.

I am now drafting a little replacement note that says "Please Do Not Display Abominations."

Perhaps that will end this ridiculous little farce. I'd hate to see the situation turn ugly.

Comments

[Shawn]

Considering this, and your money-in-the-eraser experiment, and your "Docker Gestapo" entry, it's a wonder you're still employed.

[Marcus Aurileus]

"Please Do Not Display Abominations."?

It's interesting, I say to the man who posted "A Midnight Extraction", what one might consider an abomination. For some, it's the smarmy, poorly produced propaganda of the health worker. For others, it's the nocturnal and *sanguine* extirpation of the tongue.

Huh.