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What the funny kids are posting


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cat gnawing on a cactus says, “this pickle sucks.” 

 

Comic of two stick figures in a deep cave. One says, “Well? what secrets do these forgotten bible passages hold?” Other says, “… and on the eighth day god created a bunch of other religions. Just to fuck with mankind.” 

 

Image of snake with arms says, “Charles Darwin Bitches.” 

Image of Nancy Grace next to cat with lime hat … 

 

 

 

What the kids are posting


Oh those kids at reddit.com/r/atheism are so mean and angry. Check out the latest in their EXTREME H8 campaign:

 

Graphic of slaves chained up and two men holding hands says, “Morality? Guess which one the bible’s okay with.” 

 

Man holding a sign (we can quote the bible too): A marriage shall be considered valid only if the wife is a virgin. If the wife is not a virgin, she shall be executed. Deuteronomy 22:13-21)

 

 

Image of man putting crying baby in an oven says, “Scumbag atheist: Agrees to watch your baby so he can eat it.” 

 

Skeptic Carl Sagan asked the Dalai Lama what would he do if a fundamental tentt of his religion (reincarnation) were definitily disproved by science. The Dalai Lama answered; if science can disprove reincarnation, Tibetan Buddhism would abandon reincarnation … but it’s going to be mighty hard to disprove reincarnation.” 

Graphic of two dinosaurs one is reaching for the forbidden fruit or an apple says, “Creatiolution: There, problem solve, argument over.”

I can’t sell what I like


I met a guy in the park this morning. His dog’s name is Rufus, and it looked as if Talulah and Rufus were cut from the same cloth.

They were romping together and chasing balls

Rufus’ dad is studying to be a graphic designer. We talked about his aspirations for the future after he graduates, and I shared with him stories of my corporate experience.

Working in corporate graphic design is tough. When you think you’re an artist, and your employer has no art degree and requests things like, “The text isn’t big enough … can you make all the fonts the size of headlines?” … you seriously want to find the nearest bazooka and find a way to aim it at your open mouth.

It made me think of photography, and how I’m plagued with the “I love this image, but it would never sell, but I think it should” disease.

Take the above image … I think with a little work, it could be a Nike or Adidas ad. It was a street photo, so I took it on the fly. I don’t know if I could replicate it, but it’s like an artist’s sketch that leads to a painting. It’s a shot that would influence another shot.

The girl in the shot is gorgeous. I showed Tina the shots of her (see below) and Tina almost choked. “I could put that shot on my inspiration board,” she said.

In the shot, I love how her butt is the center of the shot, and the sun is blasting away any sign of who this girl really is. She’s on the move (her foot’s in the air). She’s got the greenlight to walk …

It’s urban. It could be morning.

There’s a contrast of cracking cement to her youthful body and figure. There’s the metaphorical stomping down age through her exercise.

I think it’s a great.

If I could only convince the big boys at the big companies with big wallets …

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Hipstamatic crappy shot from yesterday


I grabbed this hipstamatic late on Wednesday.

Tina and I worked from 8 to 8.

Damn, it was a long day.

After work, we splurged on McDonald’s … the dinner of champions … and then I ran out to play pool for my league.

Call me stupid.

Thursday might be a slow day around these parts. I haven’t had any time to schedule posts. And I was up working until 2 a.m.

So don’t get your panties, boxers, or tighties wadded up.

People around these parts are tired.

Fah-teee-ghay …

Do you understand the phonetic French that is coming out of my keyboard?

Honk.