Quit pimping your products...

My tolerance for advertising is at an all-time low.
One of the dangers of living in a large North American metropolis is that you're suddenly the target of millions upon million of ad campaigns.

On the television, in movies, theatres (and on your popcorn bag), on cars that drive by, on windows, in the air, giant animated screens on the highways, on clothes/shoes/jackets/scarves/purses, on fences, benches and walls, on the side of buses, on the radio... and all over the fucking Internet.

I dread the day when ads begin appearing on houses and in private residences. Or when technology enables brightly coloured ads to be projected into the sky (goodness, think of all the marketing possibilities on such an expanse).

Quit trying to sell me things. Quit inflicting your opinion on what I should buy, and contaminating my life with your capitalist agendas. Pricks.

I can, however, rest easy in the knowledge that horror and slasher films are generally undesirable vehicles for product placement. Of course, when you're looking at a mix of blood, vomit and horribly amateurish (and therefore uncomfortably unsettling) torture techniques, you're less inclined to look at the brand of chainsaw, wire cutters or blowtorch.

Got a sneak preview of Hostel today. Not a bad slasher, though some laughable parts. Appreciate the mixing of various bodily fluid with the usual blood and flesh chunks, however. Textured and multi-faceted gore is the way of the future.