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.
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.
This is a blog I’m starting for a class.
There is a lot more to it, however, then a collection of spare thoughts that wander through the common college student’s mind.
I write columns for the Lantern, and these will be featured every now and then.
My background as a believer, a girl raised in the sticks and a nearly talentless hack have brought me to the conclusion that life is full of purpose and disposable meaning. However, in the big scheme of things, that the world is a much more optimistic place despite how it appears to the common cynic. If you can’t find the silver lining, then you are too busy looking at your feet to see what’s bigger then you, what has a greater effect on you than you’re willing to let on.
The Ohio State University was the doorway to realizing who I was. High School is the preparation phase, but once you take a step out the door of adolescence and into pre-adulthood there are more options than the common shopping mall.
God bless.
Amy
