- Pinning shit with bad descriptions. Don’t leave it blank. Don’t simply say “Cool.” Use the description to describe exactly what we see in the picture. This is the only way this image can be found by searchers. Morons.
- Linking to Google image search. Seriously. What the fuck is this happy horse shit? If you can’t find the actual source, you probably shouldn’t be pinning it, okay?
- Multiple pins of the same text quote image in different fonts. What, you liked the quote so much but it wasn’t pretty enough, so you had to go make a different graphic? I kind of want to judge everything about you.
I just received this spam email:
Welcome,
We are Anonymous.
Think – what the world will be like in the future depends only on you.
You always have a choice – either you continue tolerating, or you join us, and we
change the world on our own. While you stand still, nothing will change. Is it not
enough to listen to tales, which the government is telling you? Join Anonymous and
change your future yourselves!
Do you want to be a part of us? It is simple. Send us the following information:
Your name – how we should address you.
Your country – where you live now.
Your mobile – to be able to connect you.
Tell us what you are fond of, how you can be of help. In what part do you see
yourself in our group?
Together we can change the world for better.
We are Legion. We do not Forgive. We do not Forget. We are Anonymous.
Contact us at [email redacted]
I had no idea!
There’s been changes, and I have had to write a lot more to make the same amount of money that I was making. It’s not really and end-of-the-world deal but it does mean that I find it a lot more difficult to blog or even to write reviews. Similarly, I signed up to read a bunch of eBooks and, as it turns out, I am not a big fan of eBooks. So I’m all worded out.
I’m still pinning, however. Yep, I joined Pinterest. Yes, it’s more of a waste of time than some people are willing to admit and there is a lot of content that I just don’t find appealing. However, I am interested in seeing how I can promote my websites or make money from this newfangled website.
Also, I like to look at the pretty stuff.
I forgot how much I love the Anti Joke website. Seriously.
Q: What is red and smells like blue paint?
A: Red paint.
Whether or not you’re a fan of the Oscars, there’s wasn’t much else on tonight. ABC wasn’t airing new episodes of Once Upon a Time and other channels didn’t want to compete with the yearly awards show so there were a lot of reruns. This is why I tuned into the Academy Awards tonight. Except, I just couldn’t get into it. Perhaps it’s because once you’ve seen one awards show, you’ve seen them all or perhaps it was because this year was particularly underwhelming in turns of fashion. I mean, could you even see Sandra Bullock’s eyes? And am I the only one who thinks Natalie Portman looks so much better as a tomboy?
Still, my biggest complaint is with the little skits put on by the presenters. For a show that awards actors, the actors themselves didn’t do very well in this realm. It’s different than their normal work, I get it, but I always find the supposed-to-be-funny bits entirely unfunny. I can get swept up in movies and TV shows but I have a hard time suspending disbelief when the entertainment isn’t removed enough from my own reality. I have a similar issue when viewing plays. I want to like them as shows but I just can’t get past the fact that the actors are so close to me and the effects are so meager in comparison to Hollywood’s big budget.
Suspension of disbelief is equally important when reading and I have a hard time with that, too. I know it’s my own “fault” that I can’t get out of my head and I respect play actors but it can never be my thing. And the Oscars? Just stick to saying nice things and stop trying to be funny. I’m talking to you Zach WTFever-your-last-name-is!
Around the time that my sister was in the hospital, my grandma started making people T-shirts. I guess she acquired a printer that allowed her to print on fabric so she would give us all t-shirts as presents. Although these specific gifts were a fad, Grandma cross-stitches these days and gives us all table runners and towels and pillowcases like it’s going out of style. Anyway, she gave me The Cat Shirt. The Cat Shirt featured a fuzzy grey kitty surrounded by pink and purple flowers and I fuckin’ loved it. But it was bad. It was like the Tween version of the 3 wolf shirt. And the shirt itself was a white tee, which is almost never flattering, but was too big on me anyway.
But that didn’t stop me for wearing it on a weekly basis for, like, 3 years. It was bad guys. I wore it all the time until when, one day in sixth grade, I was working on a video project with a group of girls. We were doing a skit about bullying and our group of four split up into pairs and I, of course, wound up being one of the uncool kids and.. it was, in part, because of The Cat Shirt.
I stopped wearing The Cat Shirt after that and I forgot all about it, until, the other night, I opened an email from my aunt. In that email was a collage of family photos and there I was, standing next to Grandma, in my cat shirt. I was covering my face in an effort to escape having my picture taken or perhaps having my picture taken in The Cat Shirt. Nevertheless, photographic evidence exists.
I don’t know if I am embarrassed more by the fact that I liked The Cat Shirt as much as I did or because I still would have, had I not realized how uncool it was.
Watching lots and lots of Castle. In fact, I started and caught up on all four seasons within the time-frame of a week. Talked about hooked. I don’t understand how a show about murder can be so good. Fillion just makes me laugh and smile and pant and “awww” the whole time but there’s not a single character — save for the new captain — whom I don’t really like. Detective Ryan is adorable, himself.
Anyway, I can’t believe the freaking “to be continued” shit tonight. I can’t wait a week!
