The Room 101 thread - for things you hate or just having a bloody good moan
- Stormbringer
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Re: The Room 101 thread - for things you hate or just having a bloody good moan
Okay, the fine was only £50 in the end, so it could be worse...
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
- Stormbringer
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Re: The Room 101 thread - for things you hate or just having a bloody good moan
The Trainline's new "Tap that App" advert, popping up on YouTube almost every single time, which is a mass of mutated CGI fingers dancing to an awful beat and wriggling about like some kind of body-horror nightmare...I have watched it several times and I can't figure out what it's got to do with trains at all.
I thought it was AI generated, but there's an article about the making of it here:
https://lbbonline.com/news/Trainline-Tap-That-App
This doesn't make me like it any more. Adverts like this make me think we've reached the twilight years of human creativity.
I thought it was AI generated, but there's an article about the making of it here:
https://lbbonline.com/news/Trainline-Tap-That-App
This doesn't make me like it any more. Adverts like this make me think we've reached the twilight years of human creativity.
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.