THAT'S ALL.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Google's New Game
Google's new Image Labeler game is right up my alley. It's the good kind of WTF. It's only really good if you get a good partner. Try it out, look for ksouth.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Friend Requests of the Day
Myspace is 100% What The Fuck all the time for me. I am overwhelmed.
"From: r.j. (a complete stranger!)
Date: 1/12/2007
Subject: No Subject
Body: hi nice pic, you are very pretty!!! can i get you pregnant and marry you!!!"
The worst sentence we have ever seen:
"Who I'd like to meet:
Sexy Ladae reptible"
I'm who you want to be friends with?
"From: The Lone Wolf (a complete stranger!)
Date: 1/12/2007
Subject: r u a model?
Body: you look like it in those pictures...very very nice pictures....some are sensual and some are so exposing of personality..."
"I enjoy running on the beaches without my shirt on even though it makes people sick. I don't care cause its a free country!"
"From: doctor (stranger)
Date: 1/12/2007
Subject: Pirates?
Body: ha funny stuff, you almost look interesting in your picture there ;-)"
Such priceless photo captions as: "gitten fucked up peeps!" "
angle changes and i look different?"
And one of the weirdest ones to date:
From: luke (stranger, old)
Date: 1/11/2007
Subject: No Subject
Body: Remember me, I sold you a bicycle pump but it didn't work to get your fish breathing again after you microwaved it
so I put on some suntan lotion on over my clothes and went to mexico on a subway to grow beards for children who got their hair burned off in house fires, but then the shriners got pissed because I wasn't union and now I am running from the illuminati. The problem is they are all over my dollars on eyes on pyramids that even the president didn't understand when he approved putting it on the back of our food tickets. Now they are running amuck in my wallet, eyeballing me hairy when I am transfering and trading my food tickets at restaurants and bank windows bulletproof as souls; So yesterday I burned my dollars, all of them, and went hungry. I ate imaginary fish from the microwaved dreams of children all over America, which is larger than US, it has a central and a south not even counting the three part north, and so I have to ask...what the fuck were you thinking microwaving a fish? Maybe you were just acting out, or acting in like replicating your parents, mommy or daddy put fish in the microwave, time for desensitization...we live in a world where we can't even get along at breakfast over the noon hour with our loved ones, where we nuke vegetables and people and let's not even get into HARP and weather changing and price fixing and farm subsidies that fund starvation tactics, let's just stay focused on you and me. You got to be right, and you got to look good, and you got to get your meal tickets. I got to be right standing on the sidewalk with my spanky jeans and my boots...it's a look like indiference, it's a look like vacancy hoping for a tenant that looks good, but I have no beard, no money, and I am running because of the beard incident I described earlier, and a bad case of attention deficit that still, regardless of all the promisses, is nowhere near being balanced. The illuminati may or may not have had something to do with creating an intentionally unintentional society that feeds this syndrome. THe masons may or may not have been infiltrated by the Masons, for all I know they are good or bad, there may or may not be cause for alarm, okay there is always cause for alarm, but the point is we are distracted and ungrounded, ready to cast money tickets with pyramids at tv's internets gasoline bombs and strippers with shaved crotches--but not so ready to hand them to the man on the street with a toothbrush for a bedroom, but then again why not...it's light and light makes right, it's the lighting in the stripclubs and the churches that we are drawn to, it's a calmer lighting like the lighting in the alchemy of film, and maybe the masons know this, maybe all the presidents and all the leaders at every skull and bones and every mason hall and every bohemian grove know the truth behind the pyramids on earth and on mars and how they stacked those foresaken blocks and how the light affects us and the money affects us and the sugar affects us and that's why dum dums, get the name now, use sugar instead of L glycine, making a need for prescribing speed in children instead of amino acids...but then maybe nobody knows anything and there is no heirarchy aside from white men with sticky up their asses syndrome get to play fetch with the beast of fortune. Maybe it's just dumb kids microwaving fish to take mommy out of the picture, maybe it's just mental illness and hiding out behind a skull waiting for the day when the sun comes out, like today, and we feel that maybe, just maybe, the illuminatti isn't looking, and we could get away in a shitty old convertible or one of those long american cars of the past and wear cheep sunglasses and listen to the radio on fire across the desert dawn. Maybe we could make love, really make love, so that you can feel it in your arms and teeth and calves and merge souls and in the end, with an orgasm and a smile, fall asleep in the arms of a lover under stars that don'[t care about who is who, but love us like mothers or the idea of mothers really, and maybe that will repay all the lost time and the chips taken from the surface. A sundown in the desert and a dream of falling snow on pinion wood under moonfall
That's only from page 1/5 of strange friend invites.
Thank God for the Internet.
"From: r.j. (a complete stranger!)
Date: 1/12/2007
Subject: No Subject
Body: hi nice pic, you are very pretty!!! can i get you pregnant and marry you!!!"
The worst sentence we have ever seen:
"Who I'd like to meet:
Sexy Ladae reptible"
I'm who you want to be friends with?
"From: The Lone Wolf (a complete stranger!)
Date: 1/12/2007
Subject: r u a model?
Body: you look like it in those pictures...very very nice pictures....some are sensual and some are so exposing of personality..."
"I enjoy running on the beaches without my shirt on even though it makes people sick. I don't care cause its a free country!"
"From: doctor (stranger)
Date: 1/12/2007
Subject: Pirates?
Body: ha funny stuff, you almost look interesting in your picture there ;-)"
Such priceless photo captions as: "gitten fucked up peeps!" "
angle changes and i look different?"
And one of the weirdest ones to date:
From: luke (stranger, old)
Date: 1/11/2007
Subject: No Subject
Body: Remember me, I sold you a bicycle pump but it didn't work to get your fish breathing again after you microwaved it
so I put on some suntan lotion on over my clothes and went to mexico on a subway to grow beards for children who got their hair burned off in house fires, but then the shriners got pissed because I wasn't union and now I am running from the illuminati. The problem is they are all over my dollars on eyes on pyramids that even the president didn't understand when he approved putting it on the back of our food tickets. Now they are running amuck in my wallet, eyeballing me hairy when I am transfering and trading my food tickets at restaurants and bank windows bulletproof as souls; So yesterday I burned my dollars, all of them, and went hungry. I ate imaginary fish from the microwaved dreams of children all over America, which is larger than US, it has a central and a south not even counting the three part north, and so I have to ask...what the fuck were you thinking microwaving a fish? Maybe you were just acting out, or acting in like replicating your parents, mommy or daddy put fish in the microwave, time for desensitization...we live in a world where we can't even get along at breakfast over the noon hour with our loved ones, where we nuke vegetables and people and let's not even get into HARP and weather changing and price fixing and farm subsidies that fund starvation tactics, let's just stay focused on you and me. You got to be right, and you got to look good, and you got to get your meal tickets. I got to be right standing on the sidewalk with my spanky jeans and my boots...it's a look like indiference, it's a look like vacancy hoping for a tenant that looks good, but I have no beard, no money, and I am running because of the beard incident I described earlier, and a bad case of attention deficit that still, regardless of all the promisses, is nowhere near being balanced. The illuminati may or may not have had something to do with creating an intentionally unintentional society that feeds this syndrome. THe masons may or may not have been infiltrated by the Masons, for all I know they are good or bad, there may or may not be cause for alarm, okay there is always cause for alarm, but the point is we are distracted and ungrounded, ready to cast money tickets with pyramids at tv's internets gasoline bombs and strippers with shaved crotches--but not so ready to hand them to the man on the street with a toothbrush for a bedroom, but then again why not...it's light and light makes right, it's the lighting in the stripclubs and the churches that we are drawn to, it's a calmer lighting like the lighting in the alchemy of film, and maybe the masons know this, maybe all the presidents and all the leaders at every skull and bones and every mason hall and every bohemian grove know the truth behind the pyramids on earth and on mars and how they stacked those foresaken blocks and how the light affects us and the money affects us and the sugar affects us and that's why dum dums, get the name now, use sugar instead of L glycine, making a need for prescribing speed in children instead of amino acids...but then maybe nobody knows anything and there is no heirarchy aside from white men with sticky up their asses syndrome get to play fetch with the beast of fortune. Maybe it's just dumb kids microwaving fish to take mommy out of the picture, maybe it's just mental illness and hiding out behind a skull waiting for the day when the sun comes out, like today, and we feel that maybe, just maybe, the illuminatti isn't looking, and we could get away in a shitty old convertible or one of those long american cars of the past and wear cheep sunglasses and listen to the radio on fire across the desert dawn. Maybe we could make love, really make love, so that you can feel it in your arms and teeth and calves and merge souls and in the end, with an orgasm and a smile, fall asleep in the arms of a lover under stars that don'[t care about who is who, but love us like mothers or the idea of mothers really, and maybe that will repay all the lost time and the chips taken from the surface. A sundown in the desert and a dream of falling snow on pinion wood under moonfall
That's only from page 1/5 of strange friend invites.
Thank God for the Internet.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
WTF News Collection
A man pretends he is retarded for 20 years. WTF?
Jubilant airline workers sacrifice camel on runway. WTF?
www.methcoffee.com
Puppy shoots man.
Man eaten by his weird pets.
Girl auctions her virginity on internet.
Man shoots friend in debate over James Brown's height.
What the fuck is this, even? Piss-poor excuses?
Jubilant airline workers sacrifice camel on runway. WTF?
www.methcoffee.com
Puppy shoots man.
Man eaten by his weird pets.
Girl auctions her virginity on internet.
Man shoots friend in debate over James Brown's height.
What the fuck is this, even? Piss-poor excuses?
Stonewall Jackson?
In the pantheon of fundamentalist history, the man revered above all others is General Stonewall Jackson of the Confederacy, perhaps the most brilliant military commander in American history and certainly the most pious.
What the fuck?
Practical Homeschooling magazine offers instructions for making Stonewall costumes out of gray sweatsuits with which one can celebrate his birthday, a homeschooling “fun day."
What the fuck?
Practical Homeschooling magazine offers instructions for making Stonewall costumes out of gray sweatsuits with which one can celebrate his birthday, a homeschooling “fun day."
Friday, January 12, 2007
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