Sydney Spy Classic
I hope having three-thirtyitis will still let me give blood. This ad is a lot more useful, I'm glad they acknowledge that NO ONE wants the blood of an effeminate emo child, some pregnant exhibitionist and Gretel Killeen off stage.
This is actually in the "foreign dictionary" department of Fisher library. look at all the exotic countries you can read about! SPAIN! PORTUGAL! TASMANIA! ..???? I'm mainly surprised by the size of the book, Madrid and Barcelona look tiny next to it. I'm sure the relevance of Tasmania could be confined to a fortune cookie or a Stop sign.
Now a jump over to Hyde Park at the ANZAC Memorial. Damn hippie rebels..
This last picture happened by chance. I was watching a movie at Hoyts George Street when I suddenly felt myself being lifted out of my chair and being sent across the street to McDonalds. When I arrived, I saw clearly the reason why. It was just sitting there.. assuming seats can sit.
It may be hard to see. That's because in spite of my massive flash, clearly the sombreness of this particular MISERY SEAT is able to grow by sucking in light. If you'll look below you'll see the hands of some lonely man eating his Big Mac layer by layer. Even HE didn't choose to sit there. Instead the misery seated must watch this person to see what to aspire to. Even colour won't glisten here, see the colourful poster on the right. It just STOPS for fear of abolishment.
Quick! Avert your gaze.. downwards and add a comment..
Other misery seats: More McDonalds Misery, Ferry Misery, Millenium Misery, The Original Misery