Flickr Original adds a contextual menu item that lets you quickly view a photo in its original size by right-clicking the photo thumbnail. (YAY BECAUSE IT HAS ALWAYS ANNOYED ME THAT FLICKR DOESN’T MAKE IT EASY TO GET TO THOSE LARGER SIZES YAY)
TinEye Reverse Image Search does what you’d expect. Helpful for the Tumblr Police and other non-douchebags
… they’re trying their hardest to feel ways about things.
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Aimee-b-loved on why she doesn’t related to characters in Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles and even the Breakfast Club.
Although I cannot endorse Aimee’s hatred of these iconic movies from my youth (any more than I would say that Citizen Kane is boooooooooooring), I wonder if perhaps my attachment to those movies is due to the fact that I too have felt ways about things.
I’m not sure if my girl took this photo or found it, but it is tagged in her FB account as a mobile upload. I post it here only for the comment that got posted below it.
“I bet that dude can never find his car.”
I heard that when you get it going really fast the hood collapses.
Someone once told me that they consider Olbermann to be the “left’s equivalent of Bill O’Reilly.”
(Or maybe it was a Glenn Beck. I’m not sure which. One of those.)
I gave it some thought. Did they have a point? Was I hypocritical to be a fan of one and a critic of the other, just because I agreed with one and wished the other would fall down an infinite well?
But watch this clip from Olbermann — yeah, I know, it’s 12 minutes long and this is Tumblr. But watch it. Or bookmark it and watch it later.
Here’s the difference I see: Olbermann speaks with passion, sometimes — perhaps often — with anger. Anger isn’t a bad thing, by the way. Even the Bible says so:
Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not make room for the devil. Ephesians 4:26-27
By separating “anger” and “sin” the implication is clear that they are different, and we’re instructed not to keep anger, not to let it settle in and make itself comfortable. But being angry? Not necessarily a bad thing. I had a professor once who said “There is only one group of people who never get angry: the dead.”
Olbermann’s anger is directed towards those who misinform and misconstrue. Watch the clip and you’ll see it.
But he’s not just ranting. He then goes on to point out the facts, including:
it’s not “at Ground Zero”
it’s not a Mosque
it’s not named Cordoba
even if it was named Cordoba, that name doesn’t imply what Newt Gingrinch says it implies
“The Mosque at Ground Zero” is brought to you by the same people who brought you “Joe The Plumber.”
His name wasn’t Joe, and he wasn’t a plumber.
Oh, and there’s one other fact that Olbermann mentions: there has been a mosque near the World Trade Center since before there was a World Trade Center. And it’s still there. And it hasn’t caused any problems for anyone for the past 9 years, has it?
All of the “Special Comments” that I have seen from Olbermann are like this one: yeah, he might riled up, but he’s also informing, with facts.
Meanwhile Glenn Beck is busy talking about Nazis and BillO is calling people “pinheads.”
These are not equivalent people on different sides. In fact, the only similarity that comes to mind is that they are both on television.
He lost his first tooth at school, and apparently swallowed it, because he never even noticed it was gone.
His front tooth has been jutting out at a 50º angle (approx.) for weeks, and he apparently lost (and swallowed) it while eating potato chips.
He was with DadOfWifeOfTJ at the car dealership (where DOWOTJ works) when it happened, and a bunch of the other employees gave him $1 for it, plus $5 under his pillow.
All I can say is that with this sort of Tooth Fairy Economy, he’d better make sure he only loses teeth while visiting the grandparents.
(He also told me tonight on the phone that he is homesick from “being on vacation for too long.” Which is sweet, if you can see past the insane-from-an-adult’s-point-of-view.)
“Oooh! Peanut butter! I love peanut butter. Can I have some?! Please please please?! Oh, wow, REALLY? You’re going to give me some? SWEEEET! BEST . DAY . EVA—
“Wait, dude, why are you putting that on your fingers? Don’t you know how many germs are on an average human hand? Don’t you have a spoon or something? Well, ok, I’ll lick it off your fing——— GAK WHAT THE FUCK GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF MY MOUTH DUDE I CAN’T BREATHE HELP HELP HELP OH GOD I’M GONNA DIE OH YUM PEANUT BUTTER THAT’S TOO FAR BACK IT’S BEHIND MY TASTEBUDS I CAN’T EVEN—
“MMMFPTP?!?!? WHY ARE YOU HOLDING MY MOUTH CLOSED?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I HAVE THIS CLUMP OF PEANUT BUTTER STUCK IN MY MOUTH SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE—
“NOW YOU’RE BLOWING ON MY NOSE? DUDE, BRUSH YOUR TEETH FIRST I CAN’T BREATH DAMMIT THIS ISN’T EVEN THE KIND OF PEANUT BUTTER I LIKE — oh, thank god, finally he let go, what a jerk, I’m totally biting his face off in his slee— WHAT? Now you want me to lick the rest of the peanut butter off your fingers??!
Unrelated: I wasn’t going to mention this given the Serious Medical Thing going on today, and the Possibly Serious Medical Thing with The Beagle (she’s fine, antibiotics 2x a day for several days just to stave off infection), but when I was in the shower this morning I found a lump. Turned out to be just an enormous pimple, but for a moment there I thought it was a newly sprouted third nipple. Seriously, this thing could scare small children into eating their vegetables and going to bed on time. Anyway, I’d post a picture but my crappy phone doesn’t have a camera, so I posted this instead.
So maybe you thought a picture of an expired timer was lame, but now you have a reason to be grateful it wasn’t something else. See? Sometimes you have to be thankful for the things that don’t happen.
I managed the first 2 within the first 30 minutes and was looking forward to #3, but then I saw that The Beagle has what looks like a huge bite on her face.
(If only there was a veterinary technician in the family to tell me what to do.)
So now I’m taking her to the vet in an hour so they can give her antibiotics. So YAY FOR BEING ABLE TO GET BACK IN THE CAR AFTER 10 HOURS OF TRAVEL.
But I’m sure she’ll be fine. The worst part will probably be me sticking a pill covered in peanut butter down her throat every day for the next week.
~ More Importantly ~
In case you missed it over on Twitter, The Wife’s dad is (finally) having the surgery today to hopefully take care of the cancer they found in his bladder a few weeks ago. We’re also hoping that they will tell us it has been contained to only that one area.
She’s currently in Atlanta awaiting a connecting flight back to pick up The Boy from her mom’s house in New Hampshire, and then will go see her dad in Maine, so she has a very full day ahead of her. Any spare good thoughts/prayers/etc that you can send her way would be appreciated.
“Speaking of Return of the Jedi, George Lucas showed the legendary deleted opening scene, with Vader reaching out to Luke via the Force, while Luke finishes constructing his new lightsaber on Tatooine. I remember reading about this in a magazine when I was 10; now it’s on YouTube. Amazing.
And I just watched it on my iPad on a bus traveling at 70mph. Pretty cool. The clip is short and not amazing except for its status as “legend” but for those of you into that sort of thing…
You know what, Tony, I don’t need to know “the whole story” when the parts of the story that I do know include the fact that you fucked people without telling them that you were married, and then tried to convince others that people who were involved with you — who trusted you, who then felt lied to and betrayed by you— that they were somehow to blame, or somehow at fault, or that you were the victim.
I say this as someone who has considered you a friend for a long time, who defended you, who championed your work, and who tried to be a friend to you.
This passive aggressive piece of shit post that you put on Tumblr is contemptible, and implies again that you are the victim, that it’s other people’s fault because we don’t really understand, and that the whole thing is something you feel is somehow a joke.
You’ve illustrated so many of behaviors described here and here that you’ve told me all I need to know about your side of the story.
Really, dude? Sitting at a table for 4 reading during lunch hour while people are standing around looking for tables? Does the term “asshole” ring a bell?
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