Does Kleenex purposely interrupt the interleaving of their tissues about three-quarters of the way down so that, when the next one doesn't pop right up, you look into the box and realize that you're running low?
Possibly. At one point I had boxes of Kleenex that were two different colors, the color changing about 80% of the way down the box, presumably as a "you're getting low" indicator.
I hate to come over all Shropshire on you, but Kleenex?
Real men rely on their sleeves, grimey scraps of cloth they also use for wiping dipsticks when checking the engine oil, neighbours' curtains or small furry animals.
If you must use something purpose-made, at least refer to it as a 'snotrag'.
The term of art is "Shroppazoidal", Brit. I hate to go all Shroppazoidal on you, but Kleenex? That said, I'm sure Susan's Husband uses Kleenex instead of the dog because Susan's Husband's Wife prefers him to. Nothing unmanly about keeping peace in your house.
OT, but there was a documentary on telly last night about these tragic men who have life-size sex dolls instead of girlfriends. And these weren't like those blow-up dolls you see in broad comedy movies - these were super-realistic dummies.
The owners dressed them up, put lipstick on them, gave them names and lumped them like corpses around the house.
'Uncanny Valley' didn't begin to cover the horror.
Off topic, indeed. How does one get from a reasoned debate over the relative merits of Kleenex versus the farmer's handkerchief, to this bizarre segue into blowup girlfriends? Unless, of course, someone has an axe to grind.
They were mostly yanks of course (the doll men) but the solitary Briton was the most tragic of the lot. He took his out in his car to watch him handglide.
He also kept a shrine to his deceased mother, like Norman Bates, and at one point said to the camera: "I expect Mother would have wanted me to have a real girlfriend, but she would have preferred me to have the dolls than no female company at all."
It was the epitome of the Uncanny Valley concept that David introduced, but I didn't want to bury it on that thread, so the Kleenex one seemed the next most appropriate.
Duck: The idea that, as robots, etc., look more uncannily like humans, there is a place, where they are almost but not quite human, where they become creepy. The post in question is here.
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Possibly. At one point I had boxes of Kleenex that were two different colors, the color changing about 80% of the way down the box, presumably as a "you're getting low" indicator.
I hate to come over all Shropshire on you, but Kleenex?
Real men rely on their sleeves, grimey scraps of cloth they also use for wiping dipsticks when checking the engine oil, neighbours' curtains or small furry animals.
If you must use something purpose-made, at least refer to it as a 'snotrag'.
The term of art is "Shroppazoidal", Brit. I hate to go all Shroppazoidal on you, but Kleenex? That said, I'm sure Susan's Husband uses Kleenex instead of the dog because Susan's Husband's Wife prefers him to. Nothing unmanly about keeping peace in your house.
OT, but there was a documentary on telly last night about these tragic men who have life-size sex dolls instead of girlfriends. And these weren't like those blow-up dolls you see in broad comedy movies - these were super-realistic dummies.
The owners dressed them up, put lipstick on them, gave them names and lumped them like corpses around the house.
'Uncanny Valley' didn't begin to cover the horror.
Off topic, indeed. How does one get from a reasoned debate over the relative merits of Kleenex versus the farmer's handkerchief, to this bizarre segue into blowup girlfriends? Unless, of course, someone has an axe to grind.
They were mostly yanks of course (the doll men) but the solitary Briton was the most tragic of the lot. He took his out in his car to watch him handglide.
He also kept a shrine to his deceased mother, like Norman Bates, and at one point said to the camera: "I expect Mother would have wanted me to have a real girlfriend, but she would have preferred me to have the dolls than no female company at all."
Joe:
It was the epitome of the Uncanny Valley concept that David introduced, but I didn't want to bury it on that thread, so the Kleenex one seemed the next most appropriate.
Now my interest is piqued. What is the uncanny valley concept?
Duck: The idea that, as robots, etc., look more uncannily like humans, there is a place, where they are almost but not quite human, where they become creepy. The post in question is here.
My apologies, Brit. That is creepy, and sad.
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