I’m sure the general idea behind “icanhascheezburger.com” was just to make funny photos with captions.
It has turned out to be a giant creation in which users can create their own “Lol,” and “blog it” on the website–thus creating an all user blog which users vote and participate in.
I have created my own “Lol.”
The key to the witticisms is quickness, context and bad grammar.
moar funny pictures
I just turned 21 on Sunday.
Despite the amazing dimensions of freedom, at the same time I feel a bit at a loss. With all of this freedom comes another slue of responsibilities–or so it seems.
But what bothers me about it is that I look at all of those and am scared, well, shit-less.
In particular, I do not recommend drinking a Green Monster or a Lemonade … or a Stoplight at a bar where the bartender has her dimples pierced with little diamond studs. Yuck.
My drivers’ license is horizontal, I can go to bars and a certain aura of respect has manifested around me. But really now, it is just another year, isn’t it? I do not recall any particular rites of passage into adulthood as a 21-year-old accept for drinking oneself under the table.
But with these new responsibilities, I suppose, I have to step up now and set up my own rules. Not to mention, buying alcohol is expensive. Setting these standards, how to start? Possibly, by first figuring out who one really is–not the characteristics, but limits and thresholds. Blacking out is not a good thing. Don’t you want to remember what happened the night before? (well, maybe in some cases, NOT)
This video just about summed up the Indiana Jones midnight premiere for me:
No, really, “it was okay.”
Don’t waste your time, folks.
It’s everywhere - the newspaper, TV and it’s apparent in that dent in your wallet. Gas prices have reached an all-time high. There are a few reasons why this could be. Maybe it’s because the oil hounds are wringing us dry. Or perhaps it’s because our president is using the profits to line his down-feather bed. It could be attached to the food price crisis and ethanol craze. But, most likely, they are high because they can be.
Environmentalists have made this issue a cornerstone for the “go green” campaign. I find some of the arguments pretentious, but most of them do have a good point - that gas is running out and we can’t replace it.
On May 15, motorists were encouraged via an e-mail not to buy gas as a protest against the big oil companies. Not many people followed through, as gas is a necessity in the world. The companies know this. Why else would they milk us for every cent they can?
In a recent Lantern survey, 12 percent of respondents claimed they “would buy gas no matter the cost.” I drive a gas guzzler - a 1993 Crown Victoria that struggles to get 22 miles per gallon. There is an argument for having no other option besides driving, but why not carpool?
There is too much arguing and complaining going on, and not enough doing. A few brave vigilantes have taken the big oil companies on their gambit and found an alternative route, but the rest of us whining is not going to change anything.
Lifestyle or otherwise, we can make a difference. Our economy is capitalist and our government is democratic. Without us and our money, these institutions are nothing.
But, as long as we listen to them, we’re no better off than the words they feed us or the prices they charge us. If a grocery store charged $6 for a gallon of milk, we would pay for it. So things are crappy. What are we going to do about it? I don’t expect anyone to change the world, but we do have a chance to give them a clear message.
I have three projects due on the 21st. Two of these make up a third of my grade for their respective classes.
Stress is looming.
But stress has a lot more to do with life than making one cranky. Stress can kill.
There are several physical systems involved with stress and stress management. For example, under prolonged (not fight-or-flight, AKA quick response) stress, several specific vital systems shut down in a slow process.
First, is the ability to sleep, due to large amounts of adrenaline in the system. Next comes the digestive system–peptic ulcers are no fun. Then comes failure or shutdown of the reproductive system. Then, an inability to retain cognizant thought… and the strain on your heart causes it to stop (cardiac arrest).
All of this over a friggen’ midterm paper, honestly. The human body is really weak.
But in the short term, er, fight-or-flight? Well, this one is pretty easy. We get scared, so we A.) Run like hell, or B) Fight a bit then run like hell screaming. Mom’s have lifted parts of cars off their babies before.
And that is why stress can kill you–if one’s body is in that state for too long, it breaks down, like a car.
If someone is shouting, spitting in your face and gesturing wildly, I would expect one to become defensive. But there is a point when yelling back is not going to make the attacker listen.
Brother Jeb, Jed, whoever he is, decided to visit campus Monday.
In all fairness, Brother Whatever-His-Name-Was had a valid point. Yes, we are all born sinners in the eyes of the Christian religion. He had the Bible verses memorized to a T, his heart was in the right place, but the words he was using were doing more harm than good.
One student threw sticks at him. Another stood up and waved his arms back, shouting that sex before marriage was not a sin. A group of students ran by in hot dog costumes.
I felt like I was at the circus, watching the ringleader attempt to tame a bunch of lions. Amid all the chaos, what offended me most was that the true Biblical message of Christianity had been drug through the mud, beaten and hung up to dry. He never explained what the truth was. He never gave the gospel of Christianity. He only appeared as an angry bigot.
f one were to actually read Biblical scripture, they would find that the messages contained inside are focused primarily on love, faith and hope. Specifically in the first Corinthians chapter 13.
Maybe he keeps coming back because he gets a reaction. Maybe he feels this is his eternal mission (Paul always called himself a slave of Christ…) Either way, he’s not helping anyone. He needs to go back to Kansas or wherever he’s from and take a nice long nap.
Ever been fired? Possibly. I was, sort of, kind of, once.
When you woArk in retail, there is oftentimes a discount given to employees… a generous amount, involving a lot of hassle to find a specific manager to ring out your purchase and several hours of digging for the right bargain after a large amount of stock has marked down.
well, back in December I bought Christmas presents with said discount.
It came back to bite me in the ass.
Apparently, one is not allowed to use their employee discount to buy presents. At least, at Fashion Bug, home of bloated prices and crappy clothing it isnt.
So in February when our store was audited and failed several times because past managers had stolen a ton of merchandise, pion employees myself were targeted for part of this failure.
They sat me down, went through all my old transactions and said, you bought some items in December that had a different “size index code” than the ones you’ve bought before. These weren’t for you, were they?
Needless to say, lying in the face of authority probably would’ve saved my ass and left me with that crappy job.
A few days ago I got a bill in the mail for the “losses” my company suffered. A measly 20 bucks has turned into 90 due to processing and the grievances I’ve caused the state of Ohio.
Grievances? Please. Stop throwing parties and getting your friends wasted, heads of state.
The price of rice has increased more than 90 percent in the past year, and several Asian nations have cut off rice exports for fear their supply will run dry.
Investors and food suppliers are doing nothing to mitigate the situation. Similar to our oil industry, these profit-seeking hounds have bought up rice and sold it at higher than market value, only contributing to the high prices.
Food riots have riddled Indonesia, the Philippines, Ethiopia and Haiti. Bangladeshi textile workers have been protesting. Demand in China and India is on the rise due to increasing populations. Japanese markets are in an uproar as hagglers fight for the right to purchase their next meal.
Key United Nations development agencies are going to be meeting in Switzerland to discuss the matter. After weeks of leaders sitting on the sidelines, watching their people fight over rice grains or giving their last savings to buy enough to feed their family for a few days, they’ve finally found the sensibilities to take action.
Biofuels are partly to blame. A lot of grain that could be used for food is being transformed into fuel. Not to mention that industrializing nations have an increased demand for higher quality foods and meat products, and livestock eat a lot of grain.
Now, I’m sure the question is: Why does this matter? I’m not pointing fingers and blaming anyone for being ignorant, because it’s impossible for one to know what’s going on in the world if it’s not being reported on.
The coverage I’ve found has been little more than analysis and feeble calls for supply and demand to be re-examined. The blame falls on a lack of price caps and poor leadership. But this food shortage will make its way here. Our farmers have already been trapped in subsidies here in the States. They are able to undersell their grain to make a small profit, but in these struggling nations, fields are lying fallow because they cannot afford to farm them.
It’s about time the UN decided to sit down and chat about this. Our hope is that they will decide that there is more at stake here than profits, mob affiliations or additions to their mansions. We only have one world, but is there enough of it to sustain all of our high-cost demands? Everyone wants a bigger piece of the pie, but there isn’t enough to go around.
Have you ever willingly given up a close relationship you had with someone? I don’t mean a simple breakup (though they’re usually messy), a friend, or a family member. I’m talking about the kind of relationship that is deep-seeded and full of a system of reliances, trusts, memories and struggles.
The Bible Study group I’m in has grown too big for my house. We meet every Thursday, and 35 people are one-too-many to fit in my living room anymore. So, we’re splitting up into two smaller groups and meeting at different houses.
This may not seem like that big of a deal. In all retrospect though, it is. You see, our Bible Study group is a network of community and fellowship–the kinds that are mentioned throughout the Bible itself (if you ever take the time to examine Jesus’ relationship with his disciples and the friendships that seemed like brotherhoods). As the “body” of Christ, which consists of any Christian, we are a brotherhood… a family.
Not just for the sake of belonging, oh no, but within this group we make deep connections and get to know each other on an intense level–friendships that can usually survive simple trials because they are not based on what we can get from each other, but how we can love the other person despite our feelings. In the grand scheme of things, as a Christian, you slough off your own self and put others first. I adamantly hold to this.
But since we are splitting, people I’ve met with twice a week and hung out with on many occasions are going to be leaving me. Er, I’m leaving them. It’s a very sad thing, but at the same time, I’m joyful. Roommates are moving out. Relationships are shifting.
It’s hard for me to accept, however. Still, I’d rather have had the chance to know them than never to have known them at all.
Robert Mugabe, former president of Zimbabwe, has thrown enough hissy-fits that I might as well call him a girl. Maybe if I invited him over and we painted each other’s toenails or curled each other’s hair he might calm down for a second.
He and his Zanu-PF party have dominated Zimbabwean politics since their independence from British rule in 1980. But with a new election finished and the results tallied and painfully clear, Mugabe is clinging to his power seat for dear life. Morgan Tsvangirai, Movement for Democratic Change opposition leader, has been adamant that he won the election fair and square, that the numbers don’t lie and that Mugabe called a recount because he is a sore loser. So, it went to court.
Ruffled feathers and flustered political leaders aside, Zimbabweans are still scuffling over the issue. The Associated Press reported that 10 people were killed and 3,000 families have been forced from their homes since the election due to violence and hospitalization for their injuries.
According to exit poll results, Mugabe lost by 60 percent. But nobody is supposed to know that, or they might end up with an angry Mugabe under their bed. Not kidding, he knows everything that goes on within his borders.
But there is more at stake here than Zimbabweans and their well being. The idea of democracy in Africa is hanging by a thread. There is the possibility for an upsurge of unrest within this crisis, and one man is holding all the strings.
Mugabe, you are not the next Julius Caesar. How many people have to die before you realize your selfishness is out of control?
