I blame YouTube (Dead Ferret Edition)
education / environment / security
Actually, what I should say is I blame PBS and these idiots.
I blame YouTube (Country Hip-Hop Edition)
economics / education / environment / technology
Well, this here be my life. I hate my life.
I hate YouTube.
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How to fix a computer
Ice T shows you how to fix common problems with your Mac. Today’s lesson involves a slight display problem. Slight content warning for language.
Also, this may void your warranty.
Anecdotal Muzak Story
Whilst working, early this morning, a local radio station played in the background. Normally a good mix of happy songs, there were some terrible, terrible songs in the rotation for this morning. Stupid, sappy, late–70s love songs. It was horrifying, and it didn’t enhance my effort at all.
As I ate lunch, yet another radio station played in the background. The first song that came on was John Denver’s ‘Thank God I’m a Country Boy,’ so I figured things were not going to get any better. I was wrong.
After I got my burger, I heard the characteristic open sounds of one of the greatest songs in the history of mankind: Shaft!
Yes, I love that song…maybe a little too much. But if loving Shaft is wrong, I don’t want to be right! Or live in the 21st century, for that matter.
Then some hippies (I swear, none of them older than 21, none of them wasting more than $5 on shaving gear in their lives) walked in. After the group sat down, the waitress asked them what they wanted to drink, left, and returned, she asked them if they “knew what they wanted?”
“…besides a haircut?” I added.
Then I spent the next three minutes trying to act like I was trying to get something out of my beard as to cover up my hysterical non–laughing.
Hippies? Shaft? The 70s?
It was funny to me, anyways.
More sounds of shaftness
Sidekick. Dirt. Rednecks.
Over the course of many years, I’ve had the pleasure of posting many videos on this, and other blogs. But today, I find the rare pleasure of linking to one that must be viewed in it’s own environs, as there is nothing I could — or would — want to add to this great sociological experiment.
Involving rednecks.
And beer.
And a car.
And a ramp.
You can probably figure out what happens next.
Just…don’t ask
environment / religion / security
I don’t know what’s going on here either, folks. There appears to be a panda, Shaquille O’Neal, and…well, that’s about it. I figured I’d make me my own personal Demotivator® and see how that worked out.
Click through to see the image at full Shaq–panda–size.
I blame YouTube (MC Vader Edition)
Is there anything worse than when two of the things you remember from childhood colliding in one sad, sorry YouTube video?
No.
No there isn’t.
I blame YouTube. And George Lucas. And MC Hammer.
Text Ascii Art Generator
It’s a lot more fun than it sounds, actually.
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Tremendous waste of time found here.
funny / geekery / slow news day / words
I blame YouTube (Revival Edition)
I’m not really sure if I want to party hard, but it sure beats doing something productive with my free time.
I may or may not post anything ever again here.
MoreCowbell.dj
Now, you too can get more cowbell. Upload a song, add some cowbell (or Bruce Dickenson, yes, the Bruce Dickenson), and really feel the studio space:
| Make your own at MoreCowbell.dj | ||
I didn’t upload this song, but, hey, come on, it has more cowbell!
All the Internet Memes
Ever wondered what made the internet so popular? I mean, besides naked pictures of people. The answer is memes.
A meme is just an element of internet culture passed through imitation. Since people have so much free time (or, you know, are supposed to be working on those reports), creation and recreation of funny things takes precedence. The blogosphere is built on memes (most of which I hate).
Thankfully, somebody at Dipity decided to explain where all that nonsense about the cats and the pictures and the misspelled words came from. And an exploding whale. And that song about the Chronicles of Narnia from Saturday Night Live.
This is not going to make anybody more productive.
Click through to see what we wasted our time on instead of the reports (that were due in, like, 30 minutes ago).
Warning: Entering unregulated meme zone.
The girl in the window
Wow:
The family had lived in the rundown rental house for almost three years when someone first saw a child’s face in the window.
A little girl, pale, with dark eyes, lifted a dirty blanket above the broken glass and peered out, one neighbor remembered.
Everyone knew a woman lived in the house with her boyfriend and two adult sons. But they had never seen a child there, had never noticed anyone playing in the overgrown yard.
The girl looked young, 5 or 6, and thin. Too thin. Her cheeks seemed sunken; her eyes were lost.
If you can get through the story of Danielle without tears, you are a robot.
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