11 Aug 2009
10 CommentsI was put on to Lamebook.com by a comment on a Mashable article about people getting fired because of stuff they do on social networks 😉 (which you can read here)
In Lamebook’s own words, this is what the site is about:
“Lamebook is for fun…We post lame and funny pictures, status updates, and other gems found on your favorite social networking site.
All content is user-submitted and we ensure that those who submit will remain anonymous. We also ensure that all last names and faces in the submissions will be blurred out.”
I spent a long while going through these, even literally laughing out loud a quite a few of them:)
…while at work – be warned, some of the things on there are definitely not suitable for work (NSFW)
But it just goes to show you, some of the things people are willing to put on Facebook are nuts, and some people are unintentionally hilarious :))
Here are a few that I particularly liked –
Photos Provided By Facebook and Lamebook Respectively – corny captions provided by me🙂
6 Jul 2009
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I was thinking about my hair. I have very nappy, kinky, unruly hair. There isn’t much I can do with it but have it braided or cut off. Personally, I don’t mind either option, but currently, I would rather have it than cut it. However, many people, especially women, presume to make that decision for me. They usually tell me to cut it. These are their arguments for cutting my hair: It will make me look more pleasing to the eye – It will make me look more professional – a low-cut or shaved head is a sign of maturity – and several variations thereof.
As I said before, I do not have a problem with cutting my hair – but I’m not ready to do it yet. I have that particular action saved for a specific event;) What troubles me about the above-mentioned reasoning is this: I am not my hair, nor am I the person that would cut my hair to please others. I don’t have much of it, but I LOVE my nappy ass head. I like that I have natural, kinky, black hair. I like the clouds that it forms above my thoughts.
No matter what my hair looks like, whether it’s there or not…I am still me. My hair is naturally beautiful to me in its raw untouched form. Anything else is artificial. Well, not artificial per se, I don’t mind having something done to my hair and I certainly appreciate a nice hairdo on others, but some people take it to the extreme. Anything you do with your hair should be a personal choice and not to please another human being (unless that is your occupation or something). It bothers me that someone would fail to get a job, lose out on love, or even become some sort of outcast just off how their hair looks.
People are always looking for an excuse to judge, the shit is sickening. Everybody wants everybody else to conform to what they personally believe to be some imagined norm. My pops spit me out the tube and my moms pushed me out the womb, this is the hair I came with. I might wanna do things to it now and then, but I’ll be damned if I do it to please YOU!
Yea, sometimes it looks a lil crazy, but it’s okay by me:)
Here’s Neil Gaiman’s poem on the subject:
Crazy Hair
Written & Read by: Neil Gaiman Illustrations by: Dave McKean Animated by: Cobbie Karagdag For information about Dave McKean, please visit: http://www.mckean-art.co.uk/ For information about Neil Gaiman, please visit: http://www.neilgaiman.com/ For information about Cobbie Karagdag, please visit: http://cobbiek.multiply.com/ Made for: http://welovemymasterpiece.com/
12 May 2007
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Believing in but never seeing
The Heathen, a lesser demon
It’s scheming on my soul
It’s infrequent but never leaving
Ether bleeding out of my pores
My spirit leaking
Soaked into the Earths rotted core
A saddened creature
A battered preacher
How to die, the radicals teach us
Students teaching the teachers
And they dying to reach us
Why is it that we shackle ourselves
Then cry for freedom
Metaphorically speaking
Our hearts are terminally weakened
Infirmaries are full of the lives we have forsaken
Mating with injustice and giving birth to complacence
Strangle life choke off our health, the end is nascent
Worshiped like a calf that is gleaming with gold plating
We clothe ourselves with spurious truth
Yet we lie naked
Corporations feed off the blood
Of dying nations
The seat of Christ is vacant
Siddhartha said time is wasting
The sound of one hand clapping
Is God getting smacked for faking
Jesus told me
“Son calm down, you’re talking dangerous”
I killed myself
So I could come back as Buddha’s patience
This world’s a patient
In Gods House Of Sick Creations
Prescripted with a dose of common sense
That we ain’t taking
Instead we medicated on war
And common hatreds
The politicians gore us with words
And pretty phrases
But really they just corporate whores
With pretty faces
Money is the root and the plant
Is grown in acres
Cultivated dug up and eaten by militainment
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10 May 2010
2 CommentsCoplay PA, 18037
I lived in Coplay PA for a few years and had, on occasion, taken a few pictures here and there, mostly centered in or around N. 2nd St – Figured I’d put up some of the pictures and videos.
Here are some extremely random videos, in no order and serving no real purpose other than that they exist 🙂 Really…I just need a place to dump these videos for prosperity…I mean…It’s MY blog right?
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Wikipedia Article on Coplay: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coplay,_Pennsylvania
The Official Borough of Coplay Website: http://www.boroughofcoplay.org/
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