Picture Dump

Dwight D Eisenhower painted stuff

Artist puts faces on garbanzo beans and poses them in real life settings

shot glasses

Me: Do you name your horses in Red Dead, Lad?
Lad: [embarrassed look] Whaaaat? Sometimes....

These are the names given to the four shapes of McNuggets

For me, this whole pie would be gold and would represent
old men with missing teeth and smelling of stale cigarettes and ass.

recipe for gagging:
Roasted grapes and goat cheese on sweet potato

Lad: Anyone with eyes can see this pig is wading, Mum

Can you imagine an apple pie with this crust?

This...this is why I don't game anymore

Snow, Grand Canyon

snow grand canyon

Smaller Picture Dump

Successful QR scans receive an online application for employment

"No way girl"? How about "you're a dumbass girl"?

Pastafarian in traditional headgear

I LOVE this girl.
watching her talk is like watching my sisters

He's just messing with us, right?

Why does a four week old gorilla look like a 190 year old human?


Hah! Not all aliens are more advanced than us.

World's Worst Tattoo Gets Fixed

Chad Stahl, the owner of Cutright Lawn and Landscaping, LLC got a portait of his wife, and mother of his three children, on the one-year anniversary of her death. It became the poster child for the world's worst tattoo.

As the story goes Stahl had the $450 tattoo inked by Dennis Foust. Foust also tried to fix it but it turned out worse than ever. Stahl said that he was embarrassed to wear short sleeves.

Recently, a friend of Stahl's recommended that he visit Scott Versago at Empire Ink in Akron, Ohio, who had heard of the infamous tattoo and recently Versago fixed it—for free. He says:

"I got to tackle the official '#1 worst portrait tattoo in the world' today. I'm sure you've all seen it a million times online, as had I. I couldn't believe my eyes when this guy walked in and showed me this project. I think my jaw literally hit the floor. He went on to tell me the story behind the portrait; He had just married his beautiful wife and not even three months afterwards she was killed in a horrible house fire accident leaving him to raise their three children alone. Shortly after he went to a local tattoo studio to memorialize his wife and was left with this abomination. He later returned to that studio for one more session, thinking that perhaps 'he had done something wrong in the healing of the tattoo' and they butchered it even more the second time. Finally, he drove all the way to my studio, Empire Ink, just to meet me and to see what his options were. Touched by his story, I gifted the entire project to him for free. Now he has closure and I have an amazing story to add to my portfolio!"

This is the new, fixed tattoo, and it's worthy of a husband's memorial of a lost wife.

So You Want to Blog Anonymously...?

A visual representation of the Web's interconnectedness
[photo: The Opte Project]

[Shout out to my biological immediate relatives who, thank god, are the only two who will love me unconditionally even if I break their hearts and who found my blog! *waves* I hope you can take the good with the bad. I'm a tortured person by your standards but a very bland, boring person by the world's standards. Ask anyone here.]

CTV news recently had an article about the maximum amount of clicks one web page is from the furthest web page on the entire internet. It's along the same lines as the idea that the furthest degree of separation from one person to any other person on earth is six.

The furthest degree of separation from person A to person B is six.
Which turned into a game called Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon

Of the trillions of pages online, how many degrees of separation do you imagine there are between page A and page B?

This means wherever you are in the world, and whatever obscure site or random page you happen to be looking at online, you could navigate to any other possible location in about 19 clicks. [article here] So, good luck blogging anonymously.

I always operated under the assumption that this was possible because I operate under the assumption that anything is possible in any aspect of life and if you don't want to live a long time with regret, don't do, or say, or take pictures and/or post pictures of anything you will regret. It's the internet after all. I always asked myself "Will I regret this if my mother finds it online?". Sadly, I don't really care what my mother thinks [HAH!!! I finally smashed that goddam fruit fly!!! Squashed right onto my monitor!!!] so this was not a great way to test the upper limit of extreme. I didn't want people I knew personally reading my blog simply because I didn't want to feel I needed to censor what I said. I still feel that way but on a scale of 1-10, one being people who post live "My Little Ponies sitting on a shelf day after day images and play by play" and ten being "live snuff videos", I'm about a four on my very worst days. Maybe a three 2.5.

Of course I do not blog about job specifics other than if you read here you know I work for Canada's number one coffee chain in a management position. Not blogging about job specifics might change very soon, stay tuned, because I  reached the upper limit of my tolerance for bull shit on that front about two months ago. Anyway the reason for this is because I signed an agreement saying I would not reveal company secrets or speak disparagingly of or misrepresent myself as a company spokesman. I believe I have maintained integrity in that regard.

Other than that, the subject range is wide open. I regret to inform everyone that from now on I will only be blogging about and posting images of puppies, kittens and bunnies. Starting now.

[sculpture installation: Richard Jackson]

PS: I hope your colonoscopy goes well. If anyone else has a colonoscopy looming on the horizon here is an article that might cheer you up.

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