My company is once again promoting the blood siphoning of their employees. Like usual, they've posted strange one-sheet advertisements in the building elevators announcing the date of The Drain.
This iteration's advertising isn't quite as horrifying as the last batch, but still questionable. It features two gray-haired businesspeople, a man and a woman, laughing. They're perfectly decent looking mature adults, but apart from the forced vitality of their manic grins, they don't look particularly, well, alive. Both have a gaunt quality that implies undernourishment, but that could just be the curse of anyone who makes their living being photographed. The real chiller is how pale they are. Extremely pale, even for people of possibly Nordic stock. They look like...lets be honest here...like they've been drained of blood.
The natural assumption is that the advertiser intended these people to be either:
Alas, I could not find the photo they used in any of my myriad on and offline stock-photo repositories. I spent half my lunch hour looking at several hundred candidates without finding any matches. So now my vision is swimming with the laughing disembodied heads of the old. Once I figure out whether they're laughing with me or at me, I'll know whether swatting at the air and repeatedly shrieking "Go away!" is called for.
I hope it is. I haven't had a good repeated shriek in quite a while.
This iteration's advertising isn't quite as horrifying as the last batch, but still questionable. It features two gray-haired businesspeople, a man and a woman, laughing. They're perfectly decent looking mature adults, but apart from the forced vitality of their manic grins, they don't look particularly, well, alive. Both have a gaunt quality that implies undernourishment, but that could just be the curse of anyone who makes their living being photographed. The real chiller is how pale they are. Extremely pale, even for people of possibly Nordic stock. They look like...lets be honest here...like they've been drained of blood.
The natural assumption is that the advertiser intended these people to be either:
- Examples of the withered joy we might also experience should we Give Of Ourselves, or
- Examples of those desiccated husks that will feed on our donated blood, thereby prolonging their already unholy lifespans.
Alas, I could not find the photo they used in any of my myriad on and offline stock-photo repositories. I spent half my lunch hour looking at several hundred candidates without finding any matches. So now my vision is swimming with the laughing disembodied heads of the old. Once I figure out whether they're laughing with me or at me, I'll know whether swatting at the air and repeatedly shrieking "Go away!" is called for.
I hope it is. I haven't had a good repeated shriek in quite a while.
OK..... but giving blood is actually a great thing... it DID save my mum's life.
but then again, she was twenty six and not THAT pale, or seemingly evil... but some people ARE drained of blood.
*though for.... ahem... UNKNOWN reasons......*
Posted by: Faith | April 06, 2007 at 09:49 PM