I'm So Frickin' Hip...
...that I paid $300 for a watch that doesn't tell time. OK, it does, but you have to look at the side. The face is too fucking cool to do anything useful like, oh, what it's intended to do.
What pretentious yobbo buys this crap?
Oh, and in an unrelated note, check out Some e-Cards for a series of hilarious work-and-life-themed cards that you no doubt want to send to half the people you know.
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The watch is a statement on the impermanence and cognitive relativism inherent to all human constructs, even time itself (which cannot be apprehended directly, but only through its effects, that is, from an oblique angle).
The wearer of the watch strains to understand -- holding wrist and head at absurd angles -- but even then is cruelly mocked by not one but four faces, each presenting a distinct interpretation of time. This watch thus poses the eternal question: does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?
I am going to call everyone a yobbo now. Even people with normal watches.
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