The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Monday, August 23, 2004

WHO YA GONNA CALL? FATBUSTERS!: I wonder how long it will be before those clever Japanese figure out how to fit this fat busting microwave oven they've just invented into a tanning salon machine. Millions of overweight Americans are looking for a way to lose weight without exercising or giving up junk food and get a good tan while they're at it. The Japanese could get a licensing deal with Wal-Mart; every superstore in the country would get a weight-loss tanning salon, preferably next to the aisle with the ten pound economy size bag of potato chips and the boxes of Coca-Cola, ensuring that the customer base would never disappear. The market is there, people; it only takes an entrepeneur of genius to go out and sell the concept to the nation and the world. Emerson was right: build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door.


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