From the LOLSTALKERDOLLS lolbuilding contest of Civixen
Seriously, it’s a spooky-good likeness.
And as a bonus, we’ve found the Top Seven Suri Cruise Conspiracy Theories. Remember, the Ides of March are just around the corner!
Oh yeah, I can totally see Gwen Stefani and JLo sending the assistants out to buy this stuff (then having their PRs “leak” it to the media). Once superpremium pablum hits the market, L.A.M.B. Chops are just a business plan away from being a reality.
Image stolen from Worth1000.com’s Photoshop contest If Babies Ruled. Voting (and entering) is enabled for another two days, so click early, click often. If you’re decent with the Photoshop, give it a whack yourself.
As anyone with a baby with a healthy set of vocal chords can attest to: what baby wants, baby gets. In this contest what baby wants is control of the world and adults are out of the picture ENTIRELY. In short, create a world where babies rule.
The rules of this game are thus: Create a scene as a baby would like to see it as shown in the wonderful themepost by Phantazmo. No “adult” adult things, you perv.
Hit List: Do NOT use images of actual babies or children. No kidding. Even if you have a model release - no images of children. That’s your challenge!
No cliches, please. As always, quality is a must. You’ll have 48 hours for this contest, so make your submission count.
From Masatoshi Okauchi/Rex Features in the Guardian
If you’ll recall our intrepid explorers from Saturday, I’m sure your excitement and anticipation know no bounds as we prepare to announce the winner of the caption contest:
Bellamama Says:
March 3rd, 2008 at 10:06 pm
“Well? Can you see my earring?”
Congratulations to Bellamama (and don’t worry, Liz, your day will come) on winning in a tough field. So we come to the presentation of the ceremonial imaginary swag: Earrings!
Never apologize, never explain.
So, for todays Friday Saturday Caption Contest, we present The Explorers, a mysterious and intriguing photo by Jennifer Zwick, which we stole from Neatorama.
The rules are simple: No blocking. No wimping. Captions in the comments. Pistols at dawn. Winner announced Monday, provided I have sufficiently recovered from the Northern Voice blogging conference.
By Marko Rantanen, stolen from DarkRoastedBlend
Back in the good old days, before they required each child to bring a Valentine for every other kid in the class or not at all, who can forget the agony when we found out that Johhny gave one to Clarissa and not us? Or we got the “impersonal” one with a train, while Veronica got the hand-decorated heart from Mike?
Well Mike, we’ve moved on! We didn’t like your stupid heart, anyway! We prefer pink, thank you! We were supposed to live in a shack in Hawaii with a Corvette and seven kids, but the fact you didn’t know I liked pink better just goes to show that we never would have worked out anyway.
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Ah, it’s been so long since I was young, but well do I remember the great delights of childhood, prominent among them the receiving of a small avalanche of Valentine’s Day cards. Tell me, do they still have those boxed assortments of the signatories of the Treaty of Utrecht? Hotties of Upper Canada? The Boys of Plato’s Symposium?
Those last remain, I understand, quite popular with a certain segment of collectors. Paul Lynde had the whole set! I got mine signed by most of them. Ah, Eryximachus, why did you play so hard to get?
In any case, I understand that the tradition of V-carding lives on, even if bereft of powdered wigs (insert snide Amy Winehouse reference of your choice). And, as with all social customs, it is magnificently fraught with censorship, one-upmanship, me-tooism, and frantic recounts to reassure oneself that one is, after all, beloved, even if only by “Sekret Admirar.”
Into a world of mass-produced and/or obligatory Valentines comes a radical innovation: Valentines 2.0 you might call it. Handwritten Valentines, each with a personal message, not mailed but photographed and uploaded to the Blogosphere. Just sign up in the comments section of this post on Bloggerdygook and sulz, the blog mistress, will neatly pen a personalized Valentine to you or the victim of your choosing. Print it out, take it to school, post it on your blog, email it to Grandma and Grandpa, or just upload it to your CafePress store and sell the t-shirt.
Here’s mine.
Here are the details:
I want to send you a handwritten, personalised message! I shall write you a special message on a piece of paper (or not? Hehe), take a photo of it, then upload it to one of my posts during the month of February 2008.
Why would you want a handwritten valentine from me?
1. You can have a look at my handwriting. I think handwriting is something very personal, especially in this age of technology! And my handwriting is not consistent, never the same twice!
2. You can receive a personalised message from me. Just for you. Nobody else. How special is that!
3. It will totally make your day. It has to, otherwise I’d be very upset.
See? Even online, some things never change.
