Looking at the stats page for this very website, I was surprised to see that for the first time in a very long time, someone had linked to me. Curious, I visited that blog to see where they referenced me. Reading the whole post twice, I couldn’t see where they did it. That’s when I noticed it; they had stolen one of my pictures. The picture in question is this screenshot I took of Farmville when I used to play it.
I wouldn’t mind, except the person responsible didn’t just use my picture; he’s leeching off MY hosting. This of course, leads to potential trolling awesomeness. Observe this comparison of his blog post as I found it, then the blog post after I did some file editing on my hosting:
Brittany showed me this, and I can’t believe how amazingly brilliant it is. You’d think translations from the Vietnamese Pokemon game would be a little bit more…fluent.
If you want to challenge me, or ask something as well, you can do so here.
To accompany the first question, here’s the first “challenge”:
Take a photo of you with a shoe on your head!
The person who posted this, who WILL NOT BE NAMED, made the ultimate lame challenge (which is lame). So I decided to give my cranium the honour of being housed by one of the world’s greatest shoes.
Challenge DONE. Also, I look grumpy because I’m tired, and it’s a silly challenge.
Since forever, John Chow has been praising and preaching the idea of following everyone on Twitter who follows you, in order to avoid “negative social proof”, whatever that is. He went so far as to make a whole website dedicated to getting you more followers, as long as you follow them back (much like the MySpace whore trains). Now suddenly, he’s backflipped and seen the error of this theory that we’ve known all along; that it’s pointless, unmanageable, and serves no purpose but to put a large number on your profile.
I started Twitter with no followers whatsoever, and spent my time just tweeting what I wanted, and following people I found interesting. From there, everything grew on it’s own. There was no need to spam people with requests to follow back, or direct messages thanking them, or anything like that (though to be honest for a while I did thank people…). I’m sure a lot of others are the same, right?
At least three times a year I’ll suddenly turn my attention to my diet, and decide to ban myself against something deemed unhealthy. It’s that time again, as I was thrust into thought after making this tweet about being unable to exercise. What have I chosen this time?
Google Image Search is my friend.
Can’t guess? The big red thing foreign to you? Is your vision blurry, and the above image to you is just a mess of abstract red swirls? If the last one is the case, DOES THIS HELP? CAN YOU READ THIS NOW? Ugh…that looks ugly against the rest of the text. No more big fonts in MAJUSCULES for the rest of this post.
Anyway, I’m going to try yet again to give up coke, and most soft drinks. I’ve attempted this numorous times and always fall short of the goal. The goal being to give it up indefinately. The problem lies in that theres not many alcohols that I like to drink that aren’t mixed with the miracle beverage. However, now I’m avoiding drinking alcohol too, this could be easier.
But the other thing I think will help is that I’ll be setting up a “widget” of sorts on the sidebar listing “how many days have been spent without soft drink”, in hopes a semi-public display of it will help deter me; that a little number growing each day will satisfy me and make me go “hey, that’s pretty good, I’m going to keep going with this”.
So here we go. The idea is that I will not be allowed Coca Cola or other soft drinks, energy drinks, or anything really fizzy. I’m allowing myself lemonade so if I get a craving of any sort, that I’ll have a vice of sorts.
I’ve always found it funny the way various staples of internet culture get thrust into the spotlight in real life (IRL LMAOROFLCOPTER LOLSAUCE), like when lolcats were introduced to the mainstream (and article writers were jumping onto the “new” trend, which dates back at least three years ago). It’s interesting to see the various ways such memes get used in pop culture, and even occasionally advertising, like in KFC’s attempts to attract more youth employees with it’s employment campaign making use of “text speech” (as featured in the campaigns title U+KFC)
This morning while half asleep, I made the decision to go to the deli down the road and overdose on energy drinks. My drink of choice, Mother, was sold out yet again much to my disapproval. I’ve always wonder if they actually get it in anymore, or just tell me it’s coming Friday to mess with my head. Either way, that’s not what this story is about, despite it being exceptionally uncool. What this story is about is the drink that I found after substituting my primary choice with a large drink bottle sized can of ROCKSTAR (which is disgusting).
Here it is, in all it’s apparently black current powered glory. LOL. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, so when I saw it in the shop’s fridge, all I could do was burst into sporadic laughter. It was the last can on the shelf, so I quickly snatched it up. The sole reason for which was, sadly enough, because I knew I’d want to blog about it (kind of sad, really). The drink itself, while being situated in the same area as the other energy drinks and the can being styled as one, is labelled as having “no bad stuff”, and the nutrition table fails to list anything like caffeine or taurine. However, it does go to mention that it counts for 250% of my recommended daily intake, which does worry me slightly. However, I am willing to sacrifice my already abysmal health to drink this concoction.
I cracked open the can, and while the smell wasn’t nearly as strong as that of Rockstar (which is sitting in front of me for if get the guts to try and drink more of it), I could definitely smell the strong scent of blackcurrent as it wafted out of the can. Bringing it to my lips, I took one big gulp, letting it sit in my mouth for a moment to take in the flavour. At that point, I remembered I don’t like black current.
