HAPPY: That wide-eyed innocence. "Everybody is going to want me," thinks the Sony HDR-TD10e 3D camcorder. "I'm going to change the world."
SAD: This morning, this moped's wife left him for a Vespa. He's not sure he has the will go on.
HAPPY: Look at that soul-patch. Look at those slits for eyes. This coffee-maker is high as hell.
SAD: The blank stare of resignation. The mascara made of ashes. The world's saddest cigarette butt depository, St. John Street, Clerkenwell, England.
SAD: What horrors have you seen, smoke detector?
HAPPY: Hello, little windshield-wiper fluid dispenser! Aren't you just the cutest thing?
SAD: Shock, as the newsbox realizes its face is made of poop.
HAPPY: That carefree, off-center grin. This is the Dennis Quaid of alarm clocks.
SAD: For every happy alarm clock, there is another that has known untellable sorrow.
SAD: Now is the bathtub of our discontent...
HAPPY: Are you winking at me, you saucy little key tension adjustment knob on a Remington typewriter? Behave...
SAD: Are you sick, little lock? Say, "Ahh!"
HAPPY: USB man thinks he's so fresh with his flattop.
SAD: "Who will play with me now?" asked the tape, alone, from the floorboard of a 1987 Buick LeSabre.
HAPPY: Sony Ericsson camera phone is clearly manic depressive. Here you see a very high high before it spirals once again into darkness.
SAD: You'd be frowning too if you were a Samsung watch-phone nobody bought.
HAPPY: Gets tremendous satisfaction from weighing things.
SAD: Doorbell/letterbox has the disposition (and eyebrows) of Bert from Sesame Street.
SAD: "I can perk up everyone, except myself," laments the espresso machine.
Image curation by Attila Nagy
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