It would have been better with a huge picture of Radio Rahim with his boombox and the caption reading “I’m gonna get me 20 D Duracells… I said ‘D’, motherfucker!… Sex can wait!”
Dude (i.e. guy on billboard), you’ll need a practical working knowledge of hydraulics and fluid dynamics. Kinetic energy in action! Inertial frames of reference coming into physical contact with each other with given values of momentum (mass x velocity). Etc. Get out there and fuck.
The thought patterns of today’s youth are very fragmented.
It’s my past!
I don’t wantt to drank purple…
My Penis is brok…(snore.)
The colors and layout are totally rad.
You can almost guess the age of the white 43-year-old lady who has never met a black person who created this cunning advertisement. What manner of propogandic sorcery be this?
Billy Squier knows his music is all right. He knows because he’s got razor sharp hooks, air-tight choruses, and the “Big Beat.” Though his former band Piper wasn’t the next Kiss (both were managed by Bill Aucoin), Squier plays with the big boys right out of the gate on his first solo; Tale of the Tape deftly welds heavy licks to hard funk on a level with world-dominators Queen. Both beatboxes and muscle cars blasted “You Should Be High, Love” and “Big Beat.” But the artist’s gentle melodic touch always surprises. Underneath the suburban Zep sludge pops street Raspberries bubblegum. Squier doesn’t fake sympathy for the working class; he wants to be rich and he wants young girls. On Tale of the Tape and its near-perfect follow-up, Don’t Say No, he knows what he wants and he knows how to get it.
Please say no. I couldn’t make that shit up. The Poorman doesn’t fake sympathy for the Working Class; he wants to be rich and he wants young girls.
As a recovering engineer myself, I can say that the the whole sex vs. be an engineer thing is not an either or proposition – engineering students are just as horny as any other college age horndogs, we just were studying all the time so there really wasn’t much time left to convince someone else we were human enough to snog. Assuming we were.
Admittedly the “some choose abstinence, some have abstinence thrust upon them” thing plays no small part, either.
The color scheme is kind of ‘Jamaican’ dontcha think? Cuz everybody knows the Jamaican engineers with their slow, cool, take-your-time, laid back Reggae style are the best sex dudes on the planet. Yeah!
I have found that explaining/demonstrating SHM to the lasses shows that engineering and sex can fit together like … what was that expression? It’s on the tip of my …
Yeah, but at least we’re wallowing in filthy cash from all that demand for math-n-sciences… Er, well, at least we have a reputation for holding our liquor.
Is Lionel Jefferson the electrical engineer who invented those little trains?
Baby….mmmm I’m mona integrate all around your contour first. Slow and easy…
Uh-huh….then I’m mona find your Rezi-dew, and get it all together, uh-huh, and then I mona multiply..by two times pie-eye…baby.
The problem I’ve found with Jamaican sex dudes is that they have the best dope so after I’ve smoked myself into Nebraska, I’m completely numbed out and may as well be studying engineering.
Oh wait. This is an ad encouraging better bong building? That, like, so totally rocks.
That billboard exists in a state of both cognitive dissonance and rampant stupidity. It is neither one nor the other, nor can it be, unless observed by Diebold. To say otherwise is to open the box and look at the cat (or vote Democrat, same thing really, just ask “unca karl”).
You could state that it is both at once, but that would be a limited and agnostic view; in fact, it is a sum over all political paths. The billboard must exist in an inclusively binary position in which it is both abstinent and bootylicious, else all Rheinmanian geometry would collapse unto a Lindsy Lohan singularity.
One other thing: It was Paul McCartney who wrote “Helter Skelter”, not John Lennon.
So, pretty much, that proves that gravity is nothing more than the imprint of mass in 3-space within a 4-space bubble; and not some st00pit 11-dimensional fantasy-land as rightardian physicists (looking at YOU, Newt) would have us believe.
essentially that is a null set, or infinite set. I do not have the mathematical tools to define the difference between those sets. Essentially, I can’t figure how to get calculator.exe to swith to complex graphic mode. Have you an earl that can direct me to a Windoze specific app?
@ 23. Does it as an ancillaray proof demonstrate the properties of specific gravity? My meth lab COULD be more effecient.
So far, I have figured out how to put blueberries into vodka (triple distilled from potatoes) to make my home-brew purple drank.
I’m not seeing the visions, but it do taste good, and I wake up severely impared for the bidness day.
I’m a grip and sip, (homemade) purple drank.
Lagavullin pints turn the resultant decoction brown, and it tastes horrible. I also filter out the bluberry crystals with coffee filters, and decant the substrate with battery acid. And discard the residue (I’m GREEN dammit). I reccomend Luksusowa for all home-made infusions…
did I mention that I am drunk?
As a distillate this biochemical engineer has found Lagavullin to be an inferior solvent when compared with Luksusowa.
And as a social person, this homebrew technician (pre-med) engineer, finds the many fields of engineering to be misrepresented in this bill-board. What type of engineering is this advert reefering to? Structrual? Electrical? Railroad? (okay they get play from time to time) BioChem? (they do too, but it’s cheating, because we all know they only make sex-drugs) Mechanical? (sex abounds for the mechanic) Shall I continue?
No, but it is after 6am PDT, so if you’re not drunk, then I am…
Oh, and for the record, the only kind of engineering that counts is “software”…unless it’s “civil”, or maybe “other”…no, no, “software” it is, cuz my tender ego can’t admit that other kinds exist.
Don’t be talking bout no Shakira’s ass now– that is worship word, Yang worship!
And really…there’s only one and a half dimensions, r and it’s imaginary component (an adelic component, actually) ct. Everything else is just “gauge”.
are you a Serbian War Criminal disguised as a heavily bearded new age healer complete with young, disorientated muse? You should be. It’s the hot look this Fall.
In more Jamaican news: maybe Barack can appear with Usain Bolt, sort of 1-2 jolt, do the faux Jamaican patois thing and kind of get into a groove: Maybe call it Hussein and Usain. “De elite runnah of the world, mon, here dey come, you betta watchout, cha. Usain and Husain gonna rock steady all night, mon…”
August 14, 2008 at 4:33 pm
Perhaps an electrical engineer, like Lionel Jefferson?
August 14, 2008 at 4:55 pm
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Gotta hit me, hit me
Hit me with your laser beam
Laser beam
…thank God they finally disambiguated that one.
August 14, 2008 at 5:03 pm
If humanity was forced to choose between sex and engineering, we would be living in mud.
But it would be sexy mud.
August 14, 2008 at 5:40 pm
Are they going to start having ads like “Math – the Anti-Sex” and stuff?
August 14, 2008 at 5:45 pm
If you plan on being an engineer, you probably want to get all the sex you can now, because you ain’t gonna get it afterward.
August 14, 2008 at 7:16 pm
It would have been better with a huge picture of Radio Rahim with his boombox and the caption reading “I’m gonna get me 20 D Duracells… I said ‘D’, motherfucker!… Sex can wait!”
August 14, 2008 at 7:42 pm
Dude (i.e. guy on billboard), you’ll need a practical working knowledge of hydraulics and fluid dynamics. Kinetic energy in action! Inertial frames of reference coming into physical contact with each other with given values of momentum (mass x velocity). Etc. Get out there and fuck.
August 14, 2008 at 9:22 pm
The thought patterns of today’s youth are very fragmented.
It’s my past!
I don’t wantt to drank purple…
My Penis is brok…(snore.)
The colors and layout are totally rad.
You can almost guess the age of the white 43-year-old lady who has never met a black person who created this cunning advertisement. What manner of propogandic sorcery be this?
August 14, 2008 at 9:42 pm
This campaign needs a theme song.
August 14, 2008 at 9:59 pm
This is important.
Please say no. I couldn’t make that shit up. The Poorman doesn’t fake sympathy for the Working Class; he wants to be rich and he wants young girls.
August 15, 2008 at 4:44 am
Sex can wait…forever!
August 15, 2008 at 5:33 am
I’ll bet money that Lamar laid that board out. The whole smells like minimal effort to justify some ad money someone found.
Oh, and yeah, engineering and sex, mutually exclusive. I get it.
No really.
August 15, 2008 at 6:30 am
[...] Via the Poor Man Institute, the latest in abstinence advocacy: [...]
August 15, 2008 at 7:35 am
As a recovering engineer myself, I can say that the the whole sex vs. be an engineer thing is not an either or proposition – engineering students are just as horny as any other college age horndogs, we just were studying all the time so there really wasn’t much time left to convince someone else we were human enough to snog. Assuming we were.
Admittedly the “some choose abstinence, some have abstinence thrust upon them” thing plays no small part, either.
August 15, 2008 at 8:34 am
The color scheme is kind of ‘Jamaican’ dontcha think? Cuz everybody knows the Jamaican engineers with their slow, cool, take-your-time, laid back Reggae style are the best sex dudes on the planet. Yeah!
August 15, 2008 at 10:13 am
I have found that explaining/demonstrating SHM to the lasses shows that engineering and sex can fit together like … what was that expression? It’s on the tip of my …
August 15, 2008 at 11:23 am
second-harmonic materials? yeah well we got a lot of action straight-up with SHG, mon…
August 15, 2008 at 11:36 am
[...] Via the Poor Man Institute, the latest in abstinence advocacy: [...]
August 15, 2008 at 12:00 pm
Yeah, but at least we’re wallowing in filthy cash from all that demand for math-n-sciences…Er, well, at least we have a reputation for holding our liquor.Is Lionel Jefferson the electrical engineer who invented those little trains?
August 15, 2008 at 12:07 pm
Baby….mmmm I’m mona integrate all around your contour first. Slow and easy…
Uh-huh….then I’m mona find your Rezi-dew, and get it all together, uh-huh, and then I mona multiply..by two times pie-eye…baby.
August 15, 2008 at 4:47 pm
The problem I’ve found with Jamaican sex dudes is that they have the best dope so after I’ve smoked myself into Nebraska, I’m completely numbed out and may as well be studying engineering.
Oh wait. This is an ad encouraging better bong building? That, like, so totally rocks.
August 15, 2008 at 7:05 pm
That billboard exists in a state of both cognitive dissonance and rampant stupidity. It is neither one nor the other, nor can it be, unless observed by Diebold. To say otherwise is to open the box and look at the cat (or vote Democrat, same thing really, just ask “unca karl”).
You could state that it is both at once, but that would be a limited and agnostic view; in fact, it is a sum over all political paths. The billboard must exist in an inclusively binary position in which it is both abstinent and bootylicious, else all Rheinmanian geometry would collapse unto a Lindsy Lohan singularity.
Or something.
(o0)
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August 15, 2008 at 8:22 pm
One other thing: It was Paul McCartney who wrote “Helter Skelter”, not John Lennon.
So, pretty much, that proves that gravity is nothing more than the imprint of mass in 3-space within a 4-space bubble; and not some st00pit 11-dimensional fantasy-land as rightardian physicists (looking at YOU, Newt) would have us believe.
August 15, 2008 at 11:07 pm
@ 22. “… inclusively binary…”
essentially that is a null set, or infinite set. I do not have the mathematical tools to define the difference between those sets. Essentially, I can’t figure how to get calculator.exe to swith to complex graphic mode. Have you an earl that can direct me to a Windoze specific app?
@ 23. Does it as an ancillaray proof demonstrate the properties of specific gravity? My meth lab COULD be more effecient.
So far, I have figured out how to put blueberries into vodka (triple distilled from potatoes) to make my home-brew purple drank.
I’m not seeing the visions, but it do taste good, and I wake up severely impared for the bidness day.
I’m a grip and sip, (homemade) purple drank.
Lagavullin pints turn the resultant decoction brown, and it tastes horrible. I also filter out the bluberry crystals with coffee filters, and decant the substrate with battery acid. And discard the residue (I’m GREEN dammit). I reccomend Luksusowa for all home-made infusions…
did I mention that I am drunk?
As a distillate this biochemical engineer has found Lagavullin to be an inferior solvent when compared with Luksusowa.
And as a social person, this homebrew technician (pre-med) engineer, finds the many fields of engineering to be misrepresented in this bill-board. What type of engineering is this advert reefering to? Structrual? Electrical? Railroad? (okay they get play from time to time) BioChem? (they do too, but it’s cheating, because we all know they only make sex-drugs) Mechanical? (sex abounds for the mechanic) Shall I continue?
August 15, 2008 at 11:10 pm
Mainly; PURPLE DRANK!
August 16, 2008 at 12:06 am
No, it is actually undefined.
Not in this geodesic. Ha HA!
No, but it is after 6am PDT, so if you’re not drunk, then I am…
Oh, and for the record, the only kind of engineering that counts is “software”…unless it’s “civil”, or maybe “other”…no, no, “software” it is, cuz my tender ego can’t admit that other kinds exist.
(o0)
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August 16, 2008 at 12:20 am
And one other thing:
Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Shakira’s fine hawt ass wagn’nagl fhtagn.
August 16, 2008 at 1:37 am
This is going to read sweet in the morning.
August 16, 2008 at 6:54 am
Don’t be talking bout no Shakira’s ass now– that is worship word, Yang worship!
And really…there’s only one and a half dimensions, r and it’s imaginary component (an adelic component, actually) ct. Everything else is just “gauge”.
August 16, 2008 at 8:58 pm
are you a Serbian War Criminal disguised as a heavily bearded new age healer complete with young, disorientated muse? You should be. It’s the hot look this Fall.
August 16, 2008 at 9:15 pm
Josh has good hands sometimes he just loses track of the ball.
August 17, 2008 at 10:32 am
Dude, I blogged about this almost three years ahead of you.
What’s next, nicking five year old posts about American gyms with escalators?
August 17, 2008 at 8:24 pm
It’s my FUTURE! I wan’t to be an ex-pornstar…
SEX CAN PAY!
August 18, 2008 at 4:35 pm
It works for other disciplines, too.
“Growing up in high school, I wanted to be a doctor.
When I got to college, I just wanted to play doctor.”
That’s one reason I’m not a doctor.
I swear, I still have my moves. Learned them in pre-med.
Stud-ian’. Heh.
August 18, 2008 at 4:37 pm
Oops.
One = another
August 19, 2008 at 12:04 pm
I expect swift advances in sex doll technology.
August 19, 2008 at 12:36 pm
Oh Great Cthulu, they are apparently soon to release a movie about you.
Schweeet.
Hope the royalties are good.
August 20, 2008 at 1:20 am
I’m not sure I understand why having sex would prevent you from being an engineer.
I mean, you probably shouldn’t have sex WHILE you are actually driving the train, but beyond that, I can’t see why it would be a show-stopper.
Maybe it has something to do with the little striped hat? Help me out here.
August 20, 2008 at 1:14 pm
Sorry to be possibly obscure, but all I can think of is Team Fortress 2.
“Spy’s sappin mah virginity!”
August 21, 2008 at 12:01 pm
In more Jamaican news: maybe Barack can appear with Usain Bolt, sort of 1-2 jolt, do the faux Jamaican patois thing and kind of get into a groove: Maybe call it Hussein and Usain. “De elite runnah of the world, mon, here dey come, you betta watchout, cha. Usain and Husain gonna rock steady all night, mon…”
August 21, 2008 at 7:09 pm
they are apparently soon to release a movie about you.
Meh, disrespectful bastids already did.
And they have the nerve to call that a closeup.
(o0)
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