Sightings of note from around the Interwebs.
"Wild Mountain Gourmet produces the highest quality mustard and sauces that will enhance the flavor and goodness of every table it touches." Um, I don't eat table. (Also: it?)
Chez Papa Restaurant: "Where the food meets sexiness." I'm trying to picture this steamy encounter, and failing.
From my spam folder, where the sexiness meets the poetry:
"Now you can take your pants off with pride."
"Accept some courage for your needs."
"BE THE MASTER OF THE NIGHT."
From my inbox, an email from Discover Card I didn't finish reading:
"Dear Sample A Sample."
From Brandweek, where homophones rain rein reign:
"The campaign embraces all the luxury queues that consumers are used to..." Have you hugged a line today?
"And it is our men and women in uniform securing it, and we are facing tough challenges in America with some seeming to just be Hell bent maybe on tearing down our nation, perpetuating some pessimism, and suggesting American apologetics, suggesting perhaps that our best days were yesterdays." American apologetics? As Maureen Dowd writes in the New York Times today, it "sounds like a cross between apologists and Dianetics." But American! So it's all good, right?