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Well, I haven't found the printed word yet, so I'm treating it as a rumor rather than fact, but the radio station I'm listening to says a new rating system in the film industry is being proposed for films that contain people smoking.
As in; it has smoking, it gets an automatic 'R' rating.
...Uh, wow. That's...pretty special. As in, isn't anyone capable of self-teaching themselves or learning basic common sense from their own families anymore?
Just...wow. O.o
(I really dislike smoking, enough to be grateful for things like no-smoking zones, and I still think this is out where the buses don't run, okay?)
This happens, a lot. And it makes me both want to laugh and cry when I see it.
To wit; an eleven inch by eleven inch cardboard box, filled with 'brown newspaper' packing to fill the space inside and 'protect' the product from banging around.
The product inside?
A bag of non-damagable biopsy bags, about the size of a small pack of flour tortillas.
...er, yeah. Conservation, whut?
