Labels: stuff I get elsewhere
Look a great image that is NOT porn.
I never wanted to see Amputee porn*. Now I can't continue to make that life choice.
*I'm not trying to be discrimanitory towards amputees especially since it's not just the amputee porn, but that was especially shocking on my work monitor. The regular porn is getting old too. Don't you people have better things to do in the middle of the night than heart still shots of porn? And yes, I realize that I can mark things unsafe, but weird people mark things like this unsafe and then I don't see cool images.
Yeah, my last post made no sense. I dunno. I think my brain is over this week already.
Anyways - Fred, time to get out the tinfoil hat. ;) Cracked.com has the 5 Creepiest Advertising Techniques of the (Near) Future.
Personally, I like grilled cheese sandwiches, with pepper jack. We have a restauraunt around here that specialized in all manner of grilled cheese sandwiches - and sadly, I haven't gone yet. I may need to remedy that this weekend.
Anyways - scientists have partnered with a cheese company to create the Cheddarometer so that you can find your perfect cheese sandwich. However, grilling doesn't enter the equation. And I have no idea about the cheeses they're listing. Pity.
I need cheese slices 4.71mm thick though...
Tell me you don't love Tracy Morgan's face at the end of this. Makes me laugh.
The song is in my head. And Bear Grylls is in the Scottish Highlands and distracting me from working.
I have been overwhelmed with work. Then a company debited my bank account a week early and both the bank and the company are just like sorry.
Now I have a flat tire.
Go look at how this image was actually made. Would you believe I know how to do that... I just lost the patience... and the dark room.
Via My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog.
ETA: Which I just discovered I originally found from Brankflakes For Breakfast. That's what happens when you see something in your RSS reader and just keep the linked item up. Oops.
I'd like to be right... there.
This undated photo provided by the Center of Natural Sciences in Prato, Italy, Wednesday, June 11, 2008, shows a deer with a single horn in the center of its head. The one-year-old Roe Deer - nicknamed “Unicorn'’ - was born in captivity in the research center’s park in the Tuscan town of Prato, near Florence, Gilberto Tozzi, director of the Center of Natural Sciences, said. He is believed to have been born with a genetic flaw; his twin has two horns. (AP Photo/Center of Natural Sciences)
My (identical twin) sister and I don't really dress alike. We never buy the same shirts in the same color. It keeps us from looking like identical twin freaks.
But a week ago I liked a shirt she bought so much that I bought it too... in the same color.
And it bit my ass today.
In my defense, she left this morning before I saw her. This is not allowed because when we don't check we will unconsciously pick out the same color combinations. But before, at least they weren't the same clothes.
Not today, I see her come walking up the street to meet me for lunch and we both stopped in disbelief. Thank G-d I can wear jeans to work so we weren't in the same damn pants too.
Of course, it's not some neutral color. It's bright magenta. It calls attention to the wearer with out needing duplication.
And really, do people NOT think that we can see them staring? One girl had the nerve to actually ask us if it was on purpose and then shouted "really?!" when we told her it wasn't. And then my sister's tries to explain that we're twins and it should be OK.
We totally walked two feet apart back to our respective offices.
I actually dreamed about working in Photoshop last night. Among other weird things but the only thing I can remember is trying to make buttons for this website and I kept messing up.
It already feels like Friday...
This was one of those images that you come upon when you're sitting quietly in your office and it causes you to let out one of those little "HA" before you even realize it.
I hope it makes you laugh out loud in your office by yourself too.
Today is going to be a good day.
As I was sleeping peacefully this morning at 6:40 - my phone went off. It was the senior AD. I didn't want to answer. Calls at almost quarter till 7 can't be good calls. She left a message. Then she called again.
I guess it's important. So this time I answer.
Not bad news AT ALL. Turns out they are giving away gas cards on the radio on Friday and they called my name and I had 9 minutes to call back and claim the card.
So I totally won free gas this morning. I think I'll use it on a trip to the beach. I'm going to take the stance that today will only keep getting better. :D
Labels: my life
The man who designed the Pringles potato chip packaging system was so proud of his accomplishment that a portion of his ashes has been buried in one of the iconic cans.
Yes. This a wonderful invention. But as I sit here eating way too many Barbecue flavored Pringles I realize that this wonderful invention is too small in diameter. I can not effeciently remove the Pringles from their packaging... of course maybe that's the point. You HAVE to pour them out and eat all of them.
Pringles guy is buried in can.
Ha ha. I'm slightly guilty of this - but I will not tell you why! :p
The word: “Nerdgassing”
Definition: The venting nerds emit when some (often minor) detail of a book/movie/TV show/comic book/etc either conflicts with canon and/or handwaves through some some suspect science.
Example One: “In the third show of the second season of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Data clearly says that the Glorithian flagship was constructed in orbit around that planet Norgar, but then in the fifteenth show of the sixth season, it’s said it was constructed in the Buterian space docks! How do you explain that, hmmm?”*
Found via Whatever