Mix Master 2000

Like a shitty DJ, I thought I'd take something perfectly fine and mix it up a little bit. I spent a bit of time changing up my background, embedding some pictures. Making my blog the for real deal.

To keep with the theme of mixing it up, today I'd like to share une petite chose that occured to me the other day.
As much as I love telling tales of the happenings inside the wonderfully colourful world of the JOUR11!1 cohort - I thought I would bring to you a much more valid and current  issue (Journalism is about bring the most import issues to the readers, right?). The proverbial wool, ladies and gentlemen (cotton/polyester blend if you're allergic) is being at this very moment (including others) being proverbial pulled over our eyes, making them quite itchy and impeding our vision.
False advertising is something, like bench-seats, that I neither stand on nor stand for. This scam has been going on for a long time and it is about time we rooted this evil from our backyard, because soon we will not be able to make it to our own Hill's Hoist for the abundance of this prolific weed. I'm talking about advertising for gambling, or more accurately - FALSE advertising. Let me recount a little tale:


It was a late Saturday night, the 412 line was packed with boozy men whose pale faces and red noses gave away their full stomachs, sloshing around with each lurch of the unpredictable bus. I try to block out the lady in the candy pink high heels and the "sloppy make-out induced" smudgings of bubblegum lipstick, whose voice rings and resonates and bounces from every metal surface, by looking out the window. I won't bore you with the details of a dark and for the most part an un-seeable scenery, but needless to say, after a brief and predictable chat with a man who wanted some smokes, I got off at the last stop in the city. I looked around, tilted my head back and smelt the night air, the Channel 7 wheel turned hypnotically in the distance and I set off towards Pane e Vino, a quaint little Italian restaurant with poor service but good food and cheap beer. As I walk along George St, I come to the Treasury Casino and see a sign advertising the Casino that looked a little like this:

Now this may innocent enough, but as I got walking, I got thinking and I came to the conclusion that most Casinos advertise themselves such. Upon reflection I became quite outraged, because all these signs show a person winning, and having fun. But you know, that's what happens the least. It's like going into MacDonald's and seeing a man choking on a burger on the sign. It should be a sign more like this:

"Welcome to the Treasury: this is the most likely out come for you."


So I thought I'd get that off my mind just quickly, just to break up the monotony of writing about all these lectures. I'll try not to stray so far, if I do this again.