Interesting marketing concept I thought of. Probably not new.
Say a shopkeeper wishes for a certain group of products to be sold (e.g. coke cans, bananas and toilet paper. A potent mix).
He/she sets up an attractive offer - a free gift for every X dollars spent on goods. No more, no less.
To get you buying those products, he/she does this: altering all prices of goods sold in the store such that no (or very few) combinations of things purchased total up in cost to exactly X.
So that, in order to get that free gift, the only thing you can do to do so is to buy that combination of goods that he/she wants you to buy.
And these are the assumptions/conditions:
-The gift must be desirable to some extent (no tissue paper, thanks).
-The combination of goods in question must be obvious to the consumers. i.e. it must not be difficult to see that they add up perfectly to make X.
+The shop may have few other goods in the shop, to facilitate this.
+The shop may present the prices of the predetermined goods very prominently.
+The shop may be small in size.
-Zan
Friday, April 09, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Doppelmadhyastha. And limits.
Trips on the NEL night train beg me to theorise this. Every caucasian/European face has a twin somewhere in India.
That is all.
The finish line stares you directly in the face.
You are going to die. Maybe it is far. Even so, it is present. Unless.
An empty road lies before you.
What do you do?
-Zan
That is all.
The finish line stares you directly in the face.
You are going to die. Maybe it is far. Even so, it is present. Unless.
An empty road lies before you.
What do you do?
-Zan
Friday, April 02, 2010
Frangipani
The forest flowers sigh an olfactory swan song. I sigh back.
It's time I blogged again. Goodness, I skipped May!
I guess I'll type about the recent blood donation-ing.
Entered the hall, saw a couple of familiar judo faces, filled in my form. Went to get screened by the doctor, followed by a blood check (for haemoglobin count. And maybe disease. :-o). Sat down with JK, then LY, in the waiting line.
My turn. Took the left-hand bench and reclined. A little more waiting before a nurse comes over to give me a wee injection in my arm. A little pinch.
A little more waiting, and she's back. She prepares the big one. I make it a point not to look away while she's inserting it. I'll seldom get the chance to do so anyway. So I look. By now the anasthetic injection appears to have kicked in; the needle doesn't bring a sensation. But once it's in, I feel very aware of the piece of metal embedded within my left arm. I make it a point not to move me left arm or hand. At all. And so it lays dead still. Before I realise what's happening, the tube is already dark red and the bag fills up. The tube to the bag feels warm along my arm. Nice!
I recline. I read the book. I look at stuff. I answer the phone. I smile at JK's taunts. Another wait.
I feel discomfort. Something feels odd. Like my skin is going 'ooowwwWWW' slowly. I don't consider the possibility that the anasthetic wasn't that powerful. Instead I notice that the bag looks really full, and notice that no nurses notice that the bag looks full. So I fret a little. Is there some kind of backflow going on or something? What's happening? Somebody, COME HERE AND LOOK. I continue silently fretting.
The blood-checking nurse points at me while talking to another nurse. This other nurse comes by. At this point I feel very giddy. Very weak, very numb. The needle comes out painlessly, but I feel no comfort. I musta looked horrid, because the nurse set my bench down and propped my legs up. "A bit giddy is it?" "Ya a bit."
I lay there, ears numb and vision whitened (for some reason) (with the edges blurred) while I sweat. I feel the nurse wrap up my arm. I lay there to rest.
I feel better! Mr G comes over and says I look really pale. I don't feel pale. I ask around. I was apparently really pale. I decide I feel fine and proceed to get off the bench. Nurse stops me and says I have to wait for the doctor.
More waiting. Doctor comes over and checks me up. Blood pressure, are-you-feeling-fines, the usual. All is well. I proceed to the feed-me-lotsa-sweets table. Escorted by a red cross person. "Are you okay?" Then escorted by a red cross person and Mr G. Then seated down and brought food by the two. "I'm fine la I'm fine."
Then waited for JK, LY, M and headed off.
Interesting first time!
Odd to consider that an ex-fraction of my body's blood may end up in another body for use. Coo'.
NNNEXT.
Handphone notes. Time to dump em here.
"You may have long lost twins or clones that you've never met, living in foreign countries. That you will never meet. Ever."
Speaks for itself, really. A wee fantasy.
"A world with people that have the non-mirrored organs of their body horizontally flipped along the body's 'y-axis'. e.g. their hearts on their right, their stomachs on their right."
Odd thought. After which it appeared in this emo comic book I read and the movie Ninja Assassin. Kwinkydink.
"Aint no need to rush for the same late train."
No idea why this arrangement of words popped into head. I've yet to think about it and consider how it may be applied. If at all.
"It's been a long time since I called another person Alex. What are the chances of that happening?"
Mm.
-something-
-something-
I'm saving these two for a later post. They're a bit long.
"Ice cream prata? wtf?"
Saw a sign for it while walking to tuition. Still strikes me as a bit weird. And should probably be put here.
"The fuzzy, primal enclave.
There is a $1 coin in the sky."
Random phrase. And it was a full moon that night.
"can you hear the whistle blow a hundred miles"
Guess I remembered that song and didn't want to forget it again. heh
"The whole world smells like shit today.
-22 march 2010, 8.21am"
Was feeling real emo on the walk to school that morning. I remember that day being the first time I harnessed emo power during training. And it made me slightly awesome. But that's gone nao.
On that note, HUGE judo dinner earlier. Plus lame games on the roof of J8.
And off I go.
Yay, I blogged!
TGIGF tomorrow
and
Happy April fools.
-Zan
It's time I blogged again. Goodness, I skipped May!
I guess I'll type about the recent blood donation-ing.
Entered the hall, saw a couple of familiar judo faces, filled in my form. Went to get screened by the doctor, followed by a blood check (for haemoglobin count. And maybe disease. :-o). Sat down with JK, then LY, in the waiting line.
My turn. Took the left-hand bench and reclined. A little more waiting before a nurse comes over to give me a wee injection in my arm. A little pinch.
A little more waiting, and she's back. She prepares the big one. I make it a point not to look away while she's inserting it. I'll seldom get the chance to do so anyway. So I look. By now the anasthetic injection appears to have kicked in; the needle doesn't bring a sensation. But once it's in, I feel very aware of the piece of metal embedded within my left arm. I make it a point not to move me left arm or hand. At all. And so it lays dead still. Before I realise what's happening, the tube is already dark red and the bag fills up. The tube to the bag feels warm along my arm. Nice!
I recline. I read the book. I look at stuff. I answer the phone. I smile at JK's taunts. Another wait.
I feel discomfort. Something feels odd. Like my skin is going 'ooowwwWWW' slowly. I don't consider the possibility that the anasthetic wasn't that powerful. Instead I notice that the bag looks really full, and notice that no nurses notice that the bag looks full. So I fret a little. Is there some kind of backflow going on or something? What's happening? Somebody, COME HERE AND LOOK. I continue silently fretting.
The blood-checking nurse points at me while talking to another nurse. This other nurse comes by. At this point I feel very giddy. Very weak, very numb. The needle comes out painlessly, but I feel no comfort. I musta looked horrid, because the nurse set my bench down and propped my legs up. "A bit giddy is it?" "Ya a bit."
I lay there, ears numb and vision whitened (for some reason) (with the edges blurred) while I sweat. I feel the nurse wrap up my arm. I lay there to rest.
I feel better! Mr G comes over and says I look really pale. I don't feel pale. I ask around. I was apparently really pale. I decide I feel fine and proceed to get off the bench. Nurse stops me and says I have to wait for the doctor.
More waiting. Doctor comes over and checks me up. Blood pressure, are-you-feeling-fines, the usual. All is well. I proceed to the feed-me-lotsa-sweets table. Escorted by a red cross person. "Are you okay?" Then escorted by a red cross person and Mr G. Then seated down and brought food by the two. "I'm fine la I'm fine."
Then waited for JK, LY, M and headed off.
Interesting first time!
Odd to consider that an ex-fraction of my body's blood may end up in another body for use. Coo'.
NNNEXT.
Handphone notes. Time to dump em here.
"You may have long lost twins or clones that you've never met, living in foreign countries. That you will never meet. Ever."
Speaks for itself, really. A wee fantasy.
"A world with people that have the non-mirrored organs of their body horizontally flipped along the body's 'y-axis'. e.g. their hearts on their right, their stomachs on their right."
Odd thought. After which it appeared in this emo comic book I read and the movie Ninja Assassin. Kwinkydink.
"Aint no need to rush for the same late train."
No idea why this arrangement of words popped into head. I've yet to think about it and consider how it may be applied. If at all.
"It's been a long time since I called another person Alex. What are the chances of that happening?"
Mm.
-something-
-something-
I'm saving these two for a later post. They're a bit long.
"Ice cream prata? wtf?"
Saw a sign for it while walking to tuition. Still strikes me as a bit weird. And should probably be put here.
"The fuzzy, primal enclave.
There is a $1 coin in the sky."
Random phrase. And it was a full moon that night.
"can you hear the whistle blow a hundred miles"
Guess I remembered that song and didn't want to forget it again. heh
"The whole world smells like shit today.
-22 march 2010, 8.21am"
Was feeling real emo on the walk to school that morning. I remember that day being the first time I harnessed emo power during training. And it made me slightly awesome. But that's gone nao.
On that note, HUGE judo dinner earlier. Plus lame games on the roof of J8.
And off I go.
Yay, I blogged!
TGIGF tomorrow
and
Happy April fools.
-Zan
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