Posted By kage / 4th May 2010
Recent article on Gizmodo featuring top 10 reasons to delete your Facebook account. I beg to differ and offer 10 reasons not to delete your Facebook account.
1. You can have fun antogizing your Republican/Democrat friends. Disagree with everything they say just to cause trouble. It’s fun.
2. Think of all the free time you would have. What in the world would you do then?3. You’ll ruin your chances for that hook up with a long lost high school chum. Of course when you do meet you’ll realize that you’re both old, fat and not as pretty as you were in high school but after a few more Bud Lights you’ll have a clumsy grope in the back of the bar while Bon Jovi plays on the stereo. You’ll both later realize it was stupid.
4. You’ll miss out on playing Farm Wars or Mafiaville or whatever game is the current rage. You’ll be upset because you had 9 gajillion points and were ready to move up a level.
5. All those prayer requests and flag waving applications won’t be as good without your participation and the lack thereof may very well lead to some sort of supernatural badness involving flying serpents, backwards talking babies and Pee Wee Herman in a black leather corset.
6. The Big Prize Giveaways that you pointlessly enter 93 times a day will cease to exist without your participation. It will change to Mediocre prize giveaways where they’ll pawn off used tennis shoes, half eaten bags of Doritios and pictures of Charo.
7. Your mom won’t know what kind of trouble you’ve gotten into and will probably call your aunt to come over and check on you. You will at that very instance just happen to be trying on a magical fairy costume that you’ve had hidden in your closet.
8. You’ll miss out on joining such fun groups as “I Love Salad” and “The Love Boat – Best Show Ever or Magical Journey Into Neverland”.
9. You’ll just end up joining some other social network like Assbook or Ding made up entirely of losers too stupid to work the complicated Facebook.
10. Your brain activity may actually increase causing an instant flood of awareness and you’ll be so overwhelmed you’ll piss yourself and fall to the ground flopping around like a fish. You’ll probably never speak again and take to wearing rainbow coloured wigs and holding up signs at city council meetings that have very little to do with the meeting or even anything known to modern man.
Posted By KJ / 25th March 2010
Very cool. I was a little kid but I remember. Makes me miss whatever it was. I miss it.
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Posted By KJ / 25th March 2010
One of my favorite sites, Coudal Partners has a regular event/game/whatever called Layer Tennis. Layer Tennis is a contest of sorts between two designers. It starts off with a volley of an image/movie/etc. file created using Photoshop or Illustrator or both and then the other person uses that “layer” to create something and then it goes back, etc. Usually it’s just imaging, non-moving pictures. Still, very, very cool. This week is a completely different beast. There’s sound/incredible art/movement…pretty much everything but a total jack into your brain pleasure center. Although that might be coming up.
Follow it here. You’ll be glad you did and will probably want to thank me by sending money. I’ll happily accept it.
Posted By KJ / 24th March 2010
I’ve decided that facebook kind if sucks. I mean it sucks in a way that people that I know on facebook apparently can’t research anything for themselves and totally believe any garbage that gets posted anywhere. Case in point ? The recent insurance fiasco.
There were posts that alleged that the health insurance bill was, more or less, birthed from the very loins of Satan. One of the biggest threads linked to a video in YouTube. The account owner was Jesus-Christ-is-the-best-ever or something like that. Needless to say the video alleged that the bill would pretty much allow the government in your pants and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do. It was all lies and was in fact, addressed by a newspaper in that bastion of left wing communism, Florida.
It’s this kind of all the time bullshit that sours me on facebook.
Think I’ll spend my time more productively somewhere else.
Posted By KJ / 23rd March 2010
Great post @ huffington on getting laid off. Truth.
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Andy McDonald
I was recently laid off from my job. I know, awesome. Unfortunately, it’s not an uncommon occurrence these days and people tend not to react with the same surprise they would have in years past. When you tell them, people look at you like you just ripped your face off, only to reveal the exact same face. Picture that in your head right now. See, you’re surprised, but not for long, right? “OH MY GOD THIS GUY’S RIPPING HIS FACE OFF — oh wait, never mind, everything’s very normal.”
Being let go leaves you feeling screwed, even if the job was never a resume builder. I’ve since realized why “getting laid off” and “getting laid” are only one word apart. They’re very similar events. Here are ten reasons why…
1. Getting there involved talking yourself up with a lot of flowery half-truths. “What countries, specifically, do I perform charity work in, you ask? Well, what countries have you been to?” Or… “Unfortunately, any references who could have verified my exhaustive and highly decorated zoological background were killed in that tragic wolverine accident.” Or… “I would absolutely like to board this crazy train, Mr. Beck.”
2. They’ll jerk you around a lot in the beginning, but it doesn’t go where you want it to. Though there will be a release of one sort or another.
3. Being a straight shooter is admirable, but can sometimes end with you apologizing. Then sitting by yourself. Or paying a bill. Or both.
4. There’s an above average chance that you will steal something before you leave. And when you’re finally gone, you’ll try to think of reasons you can awkwardly go back to take the good stuff you didn’t think of at the time.
5. Deep down, you know it’s you who is responsible for spreading that virus. And in all instances, nudity was somehow involved.
6. Whether it’s your sales, your teamwork skills or something else, the term “flaccid” keeps coming up. However, you’re convinced you made a strong showing and maintain it was “someone else” who was responsible for any decline in performance.
7. When the coast is clear, you raid the fridge. Anything with a name on it is the first to go. When people write their name on food they’re just assuming everyone else is a criminal. And who cares, you probably won’t see them again, so take it and leave them in a state of constant paranoia.
8. Afterward, you tell yourself you’re done with “that.” From now on you have a fresh opportunity to follow your heart. Even if the next week involves a feverish search armed with standards subterranean enough to make a mole king blush.
9. Getting there also required purchasing new clothes and paying extra attention to hygiene. And on your way out, you realize just how much you overestimated the need for any of that.
10. In the end, they’re left unsatisfied with your performance. And you’re crying.
Posted By KJ / 12th March 2010
When you think of crazy cities in America several cities come to mind first. New Orleans with Mardi Gras and the general all the time party attitude, San Francisco because hey…it’s San Francisco right? New York because apparently you can go there and pretty much get or do whatever you want as long as you don’t hassle the locals. In Austin you’ve got a bunch of damn unwashed long hair hippie freaks (I soooooo want to go to Austin and be a long haired hippie freak), Vegas because everyone there has lost every penny they have and then won it back gambling in the bathroom of the Burger King. But Kansas City? Really? I wouldn’t say we’re crazy. More like fucking boring, rednecky, pickup driving hicks. But crazy? Apparently, much to my surprise we are the 23rd craziest city in America.
I’m so proud.
Link to one of our most famous city memorials
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Posted By KJ / 10th March 2010
Flipping through the channels for some appropriate background noise, I came across someting on HBO called “Right America: Feeling Wronged” and boy howdy, we’re a fine bunch of people I’ll tell ya.
The documentary (so far) consists of interviews with people, apparently before the election, who are rabidly anti Obama. The interviews so far have been with some good old boys at a gas station, most of them were convinced that Obama is a Muslim, a few have said that he was involved in 9/11. They’ve more or less all said that Obama was going to remove the flags from places, that the drop in the market prior to the elections were Obama’s fault, etc…etc…etc…
My political stance notwithstanding, this is very scary. Scary in an “omigod” sort of way in that the next election may or may not result in Republicans gaining more seats in Congress. I’m afraid that they’ll pander to the extreme right wing and then we’re in trouble.
Serious trouble.
This is perhaps the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen. Even more disturbing than Bango The Clown does Dallas porn. And that was awfully distrubing.
Posted By kage / 10th March 2010
Admit it. You’ve been working or surfing or whatever, listening to music and get a bit distracted. You turn off the music to watch the video of the baby dancing to Michael Jackson or some cute kitty chasing a dildo that got left on and is vibrating across the floor. You then forget to turn the music back on and hours later realize you’re listening to your head do whatever it is your head does inside.
Posted By kage / 8th March 2010
My phone wasn’t happy today. I got the white screen of death. I was scared, so I hid under my bed for awhile. Then, since I couldn’t really fit, and my head hurt from the bed resting on it, I got out from under it and went down to the apple store. I put my best sad hangdog face on, started crying and by the time they called my name I gad sniffly, gulping for air, runny nose syndrome. The nice fellow took my phone, said the screen had gone bad, fixed it and sent me on my way.
I love you Apple.
Posted By KJ / 5th March 2010
So kage, you might ask…been busy lately? What are you doing with yourself?
Oh, I might say, I’m working some sites, you know, creating a few new sites, managing and updating some others…you know..working like..
That’s what I would tell you.
Really? I’m playing Sushi Cat. 29 hours a day. 15 days a week. Sushi Cat.
You play here, no?
Recent article on Gizmodo featuring top 10 reasons to delete your Facebook account. I beg to differ and offer 10 reasons not to delete your Facebook account.
