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So who the hell is this Dio person?
Diogenes Aurelia Kuhr--commonly known as "Dio"--is the in-world persona I use to explore Second Life, particularly the areas that have an historical theme or which function as immersion environments.
Who am I? Well, that ain't important. Dio's in charge here. She has been known to take on various roles, such as a barmaid or storyteller in the steamlands, or a cranky confederate widow in Old West sims. In the past she's even showed up as Queen Elizabeth I in a Renaissance sim and as Head Librarian at Hogwarts castle. But more often than not, you're gonna find her in places like 1920's Berlin or one of the ancient Roman sims.
If you want to look me up in-world, I can be found in search under the name:
"Diogenes Kuhr"
(I just included her rp middle name above because it sounds nice.)
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Monday, December 6, 2010
I fear for the future of the republic...
The above was seen in the food section of certain big box retailer...
Unrelated "when worlds collide" side note: Dio, I know one of the authors in your Amazon widget, Laura Browder. Here office is just across the quad from mine. In fact, I'm going to assist her and her first-year class next term with a field trip to a gun show, which they will explore in our course on Guns in America and write about "as a text." It's an interesting topic and she's politically neutral about firearms. I'm just in search of a scope for my deer rifle :)
Yeah...the thing that scares me is that this in-store display (with neatly printed signage) was installed by a team of people who all have license (literally and figuratively) to drive, vote and procreate. One assumes that when folks with this level of fetchums do in fact manage to reproduce, it is more than likely purely by accident.
I suppose it is possible that is ACTUALLY something else...oh I don't know...maybe smoked penguin pizzles? I can see the guys in marketing saying "well, Jim, our focus groups have indicated to us that our core customers don't respond well to the idea of consuming penguin phalluses...maybe we should just call it something else...like smoked boneless ham. The FDA won't mind."
Or it could be a joke.
Hey Iggy, that's cool that Ms. Browder is just a spit and a holler away from you. Please tell her I said howdy and I hope she doesn't mind her book being promoted in this sort of oddball context.
yes, Rhia, I am sure you're right, as you usually are....they did this deliberately for the most altruistic of reasons, bless their pointy little heads...
What is next? Halal wine?
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's a sly confession of how little meat there is in that food-product.
ReplyDeleteUnrelated "when worlds collide" side note: Dio, I know one of the authors in your Amazon widget, Laura Browder. Here office is just across the quad from mine. In fact, I'm going to assist her and her first-year class next term with a field trip to a gun show, which they will explore in our course on Guns in America and write about "as a text." It's an interesting topic and she's politically neutral about firearms. I'm just in search of a scope for my deer rifle :)
ReplyDeleteOy vey!
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Yeah...the thing that scares me is that this in-store display (with neatly printed signage) was installed by a team of people who all have license (literally and figuratively) to drive, vote and procreate. One assumes that when folks with this level of fetchums do in fact manage to reproduce, it is more than likely purely by accident.
I suppose it is possible that is ACTUALLY something else...oh I don't know...maybe smoked penguin pizzles? I can see the guys in marketing saying "well, Jim, our focus groups have indicated to us that our core customers don't respond well to the idea of consuming penguin phalluses...maybe we should just call it something else...like smoked boneless ham. The FDA won't mind."
Or it could be a joke.
Hey Iggy, that's cool that Ms. Browder is just a spit and a holler away from you. Please tell her I said howdy and I hope she doesn't mind her book being promoted in this sort of oddball context.
It's part of the chain's efforts to broaden its customers' horizons.
ReplyDeleteyes, Rhia, I am sure you're right, as you usually are....they did this deliberately for the most altruistic of reasons, bless their pointy little heads...
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