On viewing this image, there is the connotation that we (the observer) should be inclined to devour the donut. That it is an entity worth consuming, seeing how something else moments ago attempted to consume it.
At the grocery store recently, I spotted these guys in the freezer aisle. I guess there was a market research poll or something, and as a result… Eggo Minis are now anthropomorphized.
Yesterday, I started the day off by driving out to Skokie to get some bunny meds for Phineas. The meds came in this great little plastic bag.
Something about small pets triggers in me the desire to imagine their internal dialogue. On seeing this, I imagined that each animal here was taken by surprise at the presence of a photographer
Although when I stop and stare at this thing, he doesn’t really seem to be encouraging people to eat pancakes. He seems more like a suicidal pancake, particularly if you notice that he’s holding a small cup of syrup in his left hand. It’s poised above his head in a kind of threatening manner. You can almost hear him say “Stay back, man! Don’t come any closer! I’ll do it! If you come any closer, I swear I’ll do it!”
For some reason, I immediately thought of different food-related advertising mascots – specifically the ones that try to convince you that it (or its brethren) are tasty and worth eating. Not sure why, but my mind always goes to Charlie the Tuna as being the worst offender of the bunch.
Two coworkers (Alex and our boss Ann) got into a discussion a few weeks ago about who could consume the most milk. They went back and forth a few times, with the subject matter shifting from milk to heavy cream to butter. I think they landed on Half and Half, but I’m not 100% on this.
Each morning, in addition to serving up Baxter her greens, I throw in an ample amount of hay as part of her breakfast. Recently, we got a new brand of hay. And every morning, as I’m reaching for the bag, I run through the same, silly little scenario in my head. First off, I imagine that I’m a Dr. Dolittle…