As some of you may remember, I tested out Second Life some years back. And very quickly dropped out again. This video very clearly shows why. It's SO true! :D
As some of you may remember, I tested out Second Life some years back. And very quickly dropped out again. This video very clearly shows why. It's SO true! :D
Teenage girl #1: Oh my god, could you imagine having a baby, like, you know...inside of you?
Teenage girl #2: Oh my god, no! Eeeww!
Teenage girl #1: I know, right? But I would do it.
Teenage girl #2: You would? You wouldn't mind them cutting into you?
Teenage girl #1: They do that?
Teenage girl #2: Yeah, you get cut open. It's called a Sicilian.
--Uptown 6 Train
From Overheard in New York - of course.
This morning, I was reading the WIRED August 2008 issue. As usual, loads of interesting articles and fun stuff. Among the latter, I discovered graphjam.com. Be warned, that site is highly addictive, sometimes pure art, often poetic, but mainly just creative and fun.
GraphJam is living proof that charts are not just for endless, death-by-powerpoint flat-minded business presentations. They can be used to communicate just about anything. Do go and check it out for yourself at GraphJam.
I read a story in the news today. One of those mega size American basketball players unfortunately landed on top of a poor kid sitting in the audience. Naturally, that hurt! So the kid screams and cries, which doesn't get any better when his face is shown on the stadium mega screen.
The thing is ... when I saw the photo below, I couldn't help but wondering a bit. Feel free to help me out if you know the answer.
The basketball player is obviously trying to comfort the poor kid (hand on his head).
But what's the kid's Dad doing?
According to Wired, narcissistic blog disorder is:
"[...] characterized by the creation of a blog in which the individual consistently denigrates not only the opinions of others, but the very fact that others have opinions, saying things like "nobody cares what some overpaid starlet has to say about global warming" and "nobody cares what some crusty career politician thinks is wrong with society today." Simultaneously, the individual assumes that people do care about what he or she has to say, in spite of the individual's only political or activist experience being watching the movie Dave twice."
Hahahahaha! Spot on! Being a fairly regular blog reader, I've come across quite a few bloggers suffering from this particular disorder - spending huge amounts of time and effort denigrating everybody in that "as if anybody gives a f***" kind of way. While not contemplating whether anybody actually gives a whole lot about their flaming self.
Read the full article on Wired.com if you want to know more about similar disorders, such as Bookmark Loop Disorder, E-mail Gullibility Syndrome, Atemporal Fad Disorder, Pugilistic Discussion Syndrome or Amusement Identify Disorder.
In Odense, the third largest city in Denmark, they have build a bazaar. It is a huge building housing a large number of boutiques and shops owned mainly by immigrants of Muslim background. Lovely spicy dishes, ethnic clothes, exotic grocery stores and the like. Very interesting place, in fact.
While waiting for my train back to Copenhagen, I wandered about at the bazaar for about 20 minutes today. And I spotted the shop in the picture (click it for a larger view).
Hmmmm. They sell bags, shoes, jeans and stuff... So how on earth did they come up with that name??? LOL. Here are the explanations that I was able to come up with.
I haven't decided on an explanation yet, so if you've got yet another one, feel free to share it! :)
This green mountain baffled Chinese and international media for a few days, until the explanation was found: apparently, a Chinese businessman had been exploiting the natural resources of the mountain for years, leaving it scarred and unattractive.
So what does one do? One hires a Feng Shui expert to fix that little problem! Naturally! And whaddayaknow! We're all feeling a lot better now! Maybe Feng Shui could also be a solution to other such environmental problems?
Hmmm ... no matter what that green did to correct the spiritual misdoings of the Chinese businessman - that image is still seriously messing with the Feng Shui of my blog!
I know I probably shouldn't laugh, but I can't help myself. Or stop giggling, for that matter.
The absurdity of this is too much! I mean, this is a fabulous proof that humans play God in the funniest way.
This breed of goats have a muscular dysfunction (Myotonia), that results in stiffness of their limbs whenever they are scared or startled. Which basically means, that if you say "BOOO!" really loud, they'll just ... get stiff and fall over.
I watched them yesterday night on the National Geographic channel, and the speaker (very correctly) called them "TV-dinner for lions". Hahahahaha. This breed would have been dead ages ago, if it wasn't for humans.
A bunch of Asian people get on the train.
Black teen boy #1: Whoa, shit! Half of China up in here!
Black teen boy #2: No shit, man. We better represent!
Black teen girl: I'ma get out my phone, be like, "Where my nigga Shaneequa at?"
--3 train, 116th St/Lenox Ave
Overheard by: quiubomona
Snatched without permission from Overheard in New York
Strange Horizons is a weekly web-based magazine of and about speculative fiction. The term "speculative fiction" refers to what is more commonly known as "sci-fi," but which properly embraces science fiction, fantasy, magic realism, slipstream, and a host of sub-genres.
At Strange Horizons they receive a lot of stories from hopeful writers. In fact, they get so many stories that they have had to discourage some writers by publishing the list below. If you like it, you might also want to check out their guidelines for submitting horror stories.
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Stories We've Seen Too Often
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I don't know why I didn't spot this long ago. The resemblance is striking! And it sort of explains the scarf.
Now I can keep my mind preoccupied with a whole new list of important questions:
I stole this link off a an old friends' blog. The blog is incognito and only meant to be read by people who have been invited there, so I won't link to it. But this little movie is simply hilarious!
It's Frank Caliendo's impression of G.W. Bush.
Yeah, I know, another Bush joke. But do watch it anyway. It's worth all 3 minutes of it. :)
Symbolic gestures are important. Especially in the former Soviet Union, parades with symbolic displays have always been abundant. After the collapse of the "Evil Empire" (which then, in total sync with Orwell's 1984 was replaced by "The Axis of Evil"), the parades have continued. The content is naturally different these days, but some symbols remain. The dove of peace is one, and if it is combined with well-choreographed children, the effect can still be breathtaking. Little children in uniform waving at the white dove, and so on.
Here's a fine example of that!
And these children ... they sure keep on waving and waving!
Just stumbled on the funniest site. It's a blog with little bits and pieces of conversation overheard in New York. If you visit New York, or live there, and you hear something funny or interesting, you can send your contribution to the site. Here's a taste:
Drunk hobo: Hey girl! You look like Aretha Franlin! R-E-S-E-C-P-T! R-E-S-E-C-P-T! Give me some respect!
--Union Square
Dude: Hey, watch it! Hey!
Old guy: What?
Dude: That's very rude.
Old guy: I said "excuse me".
Dude: Well I didn't hear it.
Old guy: Well maybe you should listen next time.
Dude: Well maybe you should kiss my ass, fag.
Old guy: Fuck off and die.
--Borders men's room, 32nd & 2nd
Teen boy: When I get home, I'm gonna get me one of them nutrient shake shits.
--M23 bus
Woman: ...you know, he was much darker than the other kids who were really white, so he was called a nigger. He was dyslexic.
Man: Wha?
Woman: But he was a strong boy. One time when he was bitten by a dog, I
came in to his room and he was lying there with blood on him. He didn't
scream or say a word...a very strong boy.
Man: What are you talking about?
--Times Square
Chick: I got a washing machine at home but it don't fit. I got too many clothes.
Guy: Ain't you never heard of loads?
Chick: What you mean?
Guy: Doing it once at a time.
Chick: Shoot, I be doing clothes forever if I do that shit.
--Herald Square
Bully: What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? Why are you jacking me?
Scared Russian teen: I don't know what that means!
--D Train
Guy: I saw that movie Hide and Seek. It sucked.
Girl: I don't know that one. Who's in it?
Guy: Ummm...that guy from Meet the Fockers.
Girl: ...Ben Stiller?
Guy: Who?
Girl: Are you talking about Ben Stiller?
Guy: No, no, the old guy.
Girl: Robert DeNiro?!
Guy: Yeah, him.
Girl: You call Robert DeNiro "that guy from Meet the Fockers"?!
--1 train
Daughter: What's on your leg?
Mother: It's cellulite, all women have it. And if you think the women
you see in magazines don't, they do. They just get it covered up in
their pictures by a special pen called an airbrush.
Daughter: Will I get cellulite?
Mother: Yes, soon.
--Century 21, Cortlandt Street
I could go on ... but check the archives yourself at Overheard in New York.
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