NSFW. Holy crap. I don’t even have words for this. [via deleteyourself]
NSFW. Holy crap. I don’t even have words for this. [via deleteyourself]
New York Times: How different groups spend their day [via moderation]
This lunch that Shawn just made should be on This Is Why You’re Fat. It’s layer of vegetarian chili, a layer of refried beans, a layer of tomatoes, three layers of cheese, and a ton of sour cream. We then mixed in broken tortilla chips and ate it with a fork. We ate the whole thing. It’s time to take a walk.
Abandoned Beetle we saw on our way to a family reunion photo shoot I had today.
Since I’ve been kind of down the past couple of days, I took Gala Darling’s advice and made a Things I Love Thursday list. She recommends that eveyone makes this list weekly to help you focus on the good things in life. And so today I love…
This kid
The wallpaper on my computer and my moleskine icons
My new iPhone case
New iPhone wallpaper to match the new case
Also…..
Hanging out with new friends
Harry Potter
Making jewelry
Taking photos
Silence
Peaches
Why Rob Schneider’s The Animal really failed: the involvement of some third-rate quarterback.
This is disgusting. The river at Waterplace Park.
Is it OK to look at pornography at work?
Don’t just look at it at work, bring in your old porn mags and scan them there! It’s like converting your vinyl to MP3s. Fill up your hard drive, and when you need a break from spreadsheets, just open a favorite pictorial.
[via Wired.com]
Can I answer my cell during a movie if it seems urgent?
Never. It may be a brief interruption—just a few seconds—but what if someone sitting near you is trying to make a decent bootleg? Did you ever think of that? Now all those street-corner copies are permanently defiled by your so-called “emergency.” Don’t be so damn selfish.
[via Wired.com]
Can I talk on the phone while taking a whiz?
No, you can’t talk on the phone! Do you want the guy next to you to hear your entire conversation? That’s why you should only text in the bathroom. Just be sure you don’t hit the wrong button and end up putting a photo of your junk on Twitter. Trust me, you don’t want those followers.
[via Wired.com]
Our Rock Band bassist sucks. Am I a total jerk if I kick him out?
Who cares? You shred, he doesn’t. Fire his ass. Bonus: It’ll put the others on notice. Anyone who doesn’t keep up can hit the road. Even if that means firing the whole band. Remember: All great artists go solo eventually. Just think of Ronnie James Frickin’ Dio.
[via Wired.com]