Yesterday, I blogged about a guy who posts
pics and other files he finds on military personnel’s computers via p2p apps.
Today, he plugged a similar site that posts
pics from everyday schmoes. It’s rather addicting going through the archives.
People watching is fun. 🙂
On a side note, a drinking game could be easily made from this site by drinking
whenever you see a middle finger extended or a freaky punk or raver type.
There isn’t enough good bathroom graffiti these days. Either people don’t feel expressive
on the can anymore or it’s painted over too quickly to get wide readership. When
a magazine or a newspaper in the stall may as well be War and Peace, it’s
nice to have something pithy to read.
The fella over at The
Crystal Drum Page seems to agree with me.
I was sitting in the men’s room at a Beds Baths & Beyond in downtown Manhattan this past weekend, where I found a heartening message on the wall to my right: “Everybody at 126 East 17th Street stinks.” Below that, slightly larger but clearly written by the same hand with the same red Sharpie, “Mitch Vogel forgets NOTHING.” Written on the toilet paper dispenser, possibly although not definitely by Mr. Vogel, were the words, “KILL KILL KILL KILL.”
I first blogged about this waaaay back in April 2002 (the original link is borken, but there’s a alternative.). It seems my old fav has a new animation. 🙂
While you’re here rotting your brain, check this out:
Punk Kittens – Fell in Love With a Girl
Spongemonkeys – We Like the Moon
You may recognize the animation from Quiznos commercials.
When I was a kid, cults, particularly satanic ones, were the frequent subject of
after-school specials. My generation generally regarded them as we did the warnings
about LSD being given out in the guise of candy, that is as parental worrying gone
overboard.
I’ve conscientiously avoided blogging about the satanic cult phenomenon in Italy
until now. I thought it was overreaction to a bunch of troublesome teenagers. Honestly,
I’m still not entirely convinced that that’s not the case. However, the story, for
whatever reason, creeped me out and sent chills up my spine.
Alarm
in Italy as growth of Satanism creates “market” for consecrated hosts
ROME, Italy, Jul. 15, 2004 (CNA) – Fr. Aldo Buonaiuto, director of an “emergency
help line” that assists young people wanting to get out of satanic cults, expressed
alarm this week at the growth of Satanism, which has created a “market” for consecrated
hosts in Italy.
This piece really made me think. Thanks to Josh
Claybourn by way of the
evangelical outpost.
Ghosts
in the Machines
What Happens to Your Online Self When You Die?
By Ryan Boddy
More than a year after his death, Aaron Huth continues to haunt those who knew him.
His profile on the behemoth six-degrees-of-separation Web site Friendster.com still
lets people know that in May of 2003 he was listening to bands like the Birthday
Party and the Postal Service and reading Nietzsche. His likes and interests were
frozen for posterity on May 26, 2003, the last time he logged into the site. While
Huth’s 12 listed Friendster friends haven’t heard from him since May 29, the day
he passed away, each time they log on to the site they are simultaneously reminded
of his life and his death. They are greeted by pictures of the Harford County native
playing guitar and sporting the dark, wild, curly hair that accompanied his outgoing
personality.