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#52. What. No. Title. In. Brain. Must. THINK. HARDER.

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Alright so this post should be fairly straightforward- I want the pictures to speak louder than words on this particular day. All you really need to know is that I wanted to show a box of Band-Aids from the perspective of the Band-Aids inside, and the gathering loneliness as the number dwindles down to one lowly bandage.

That is all.

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May 4, 2011 at 3:56 pm

#46. sevitcepsrep wen emos tuo gniyrT

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There may or may not be a puzzle in that title. I’ll let you figure it out. But anyway, I need a new perspective on Band-Aids, so I’m just gonna free-think some hot shit here. Might be insightful. Might be fuck-awful. Either way… it seems like there’ll be a lot of swearing. Maybe that just comes with the word ‘free-think.’

What’s a Band-Aid backwards? It’s a diA-dnaB. If it were a word, it’d be Diadnab. Sounds like a sexy jewel heist (diamond nab), or an 80’s cola that’s sugar-free (Diet Nab. Nab rhymes with TaB).

So…. nothing there.

Ok, so the intended effect of a Band-Aid is to comfort someone, and to imply that there’s someone else out there who wants to heal you, and cares about you. What’s the backwards-perspective version of that?

A Band-Aid that wouldn’t be comfortable, and would actively state that the person applying the Band-Aid means you harm. In this situation, I’m assuming the evil Band-Aid would be made of thin, stretchy sandpaper, and would have cyanide on the sterile pad. I think if someone was to give me one of those, and try to apply it to a fresh scrape on my knee, there would be no love lost between us. A Band-Aid of hate and sorrow. Also it wouldn’t be called Diadnab, or even Evil Band-Aid. It’d be something hip, and spooky-sounding, like Sick-Make, or Crap-Bandage, or The Squirminizer. Also I feel like I’ve run this idea into the ground, so I’ll move on to something else.

Oh! Oh oh ohohohohohohhohohohhhho I got something. Something I’ve always wanted to incorporate into this blog.

In Community (Thursday nights 8PM Eastern on NBC), Dean Pelton says, at one point, “Thought we should just rip that Band-Aid off quickly.” He’s using Band-Aids…. in a negative light. The quote above is stated right after the Dean (Oh the Dean. How wacky he is) gives some particularly bad news to a crowd.

I always come back to this when I’m thinking about Band-Aids, because no one ever, at least as far as I can tell, has ever mentioned the whole ‘ripping off arm hair hurts like hell’ aspect of a Band-Aid. Granted, it’s not something that would motivate people to start buying up Band-Aids by the truckload, but it IS an aspect of the product’s image.

And just like that, my blatherings actually found their way into something useful.

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May 4, 2011 at 4:17 am

#31. Drawing the proverbial blank

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Alright I got nothin’ for perspective, but I ALSO have this half-hour of time I’ve set aside for blog work, so let’s get me goin’ on some free… think-y… exercise-y stuff. Let’s get to it, shall we?

Basically, I free thinked (free-thunk? free-thank?) on some notebook paper until I had some sort of idea that was both Band-Aid related and something I could draw with my (extreeeeeeeeeeeeeemely) limited artisitic ability. So, without further adieu, here’s the crap I came up with.

1. From a super-up close perspective, the holes on the sterile pad part look like gopher holes. There could totally be some Saturday morning cartoon about gophers, where they’d all be voiced by Nathan Lane and the whole thing would have product placement out the wazoo.

My artistic limitations know no bounds.

2. The giant glass jars in doctors offices that are full of tongue depressors and cotton balls- do those also hold Band-Aids? And, in a world where Band-Aids are sentient, would they not see jars as horrific glass prisons? So, from the perspective of the Band-Aids, it’d be like that Twilight Zone where the strangers in costume are trying to break out of this weird barren circular prison, only to realize THEY’RE ACTUALLY DOLLS IN A SALVATION ARMY BUCKET.

Soooo… like an escape movie. With Band-Aids.

 

I can draw anything my imagination can come up with. Coincidentally, my imagination can only come up with terrible, terrible pencil drawings.

 

3. You take a bunch of Band-Aids, arrange them in a perfect rectangle, and then draw a picture on them. Then, when you take apart the Band-Aids, you can put the wrappers back together like a puzzle! Holy crap!

From a kid’s perspective, it’d be like some fantastic party game that would be loved and cherished by all.

 

This puzzle... is a picture of a moose.

4. Finally, consider someone who is allergic to Band-Aids. Every variety. Every. Single. One. This poor, poor soul would live either:

A. A life lived in constant fear of cuts and scrapes. His skin would be so pock-marked with tiny scratches that never healed right that society would brand him a freak, a monster, a mutant from hell. He’d spend his life in solitude, every waking moment in fear of another little scratch.

Or

B. Without Band-Aids to help him, this man has had to develop his own, Band-Aid like powers to fight scratches and cuts. These powers would grow and develop until he was some kind of super-strength colossus.

 

In case you can't decipher the horrible-ness of my artistic works, the top arm is the sad one. The bottom one is the glad (and super-strengthed) one.

 

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April 11, 2011 at 1:53 am