the columbian faction of the illuminati. they control all media and most of if not the whole world. the problem is they are evil pyramid preditory slave oriented. they want to bring down the pop by any and all means
They add:
it is creepy its the fucking devil the all seeing eye of horus.
columbia as in columbian faction
fuck big brother.
your gonna burn you evil fucking pyramid scum.
I don't know if I want to admit this, but it seems like a disproportionate number of profiles on OkCupid are kind of Aspergery. The reason I don't want to admit it is because I'm afraid that I'm only seeing all of those because the site's doing something with an algorithm and it's figured out that I'm one of those people.
Like this guy, who showed up in my QuickMatch game. He's holding swords in his main picture, and he has long dark hair and a goatee and his username on YouTube is "shadarko." He wears kilts and likes Discworld, and is into the whole Happy Mutant thing. There's no mention of polyamory, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's lurking in there somewhere.
Oh or how about this one, who's a Pagan! And likes Heinlein! His biography is a million pages long, he quotes Pinky and the Brain, and also wears a kilt. This one does Burning Man, likes ren-fairy things, and does stuff with Linux.
So I mean ... WTF? Am I only seeing these people because OkCupid knows something about me? Or is OkCupid attractive to them because it's all about engineery math, and they're overrunning the site?
Dan Harmon talks about working on Kung Fu Panda, a movie I liked in kind of a B-minus sort of way. "...the rich guy is writing the story, so the stories are about rich people beating the shit out of everyone who wants the building blown up. Which, Katzenberg assured me, is a story that's been told from the beginning of time."
Here is an email I got today, with some details redacted:
R-------, Matthew EOC NFELC, N33 (matthew.r-------1@navy.mil)
to m--------@gmail.com
date Fri, Jun 20, 2008 at 8:49 AM
Birthday girl,
What are you still missing from your frisbee golf set?
EOC (SCW) Matt R-------
Mobile Utilities Support Equipment
Field Operations Branch
COM: (805) 982-2xxx
DSN: 551-2xxx
FAX: (805) 982-2xxx
At first it looked like spam, but now I don't think it is -- there's the phone numbers, for one thing; and the .mil address. I glanced at the headers, and they seem to be on the up-and-up. Mostly, though, I want to believe that this is an actual question that a member of our armed forces, somewhere in the world, wanted answered.
I think the movie Creepshow has one of the best tag lines I've ever read. It reads like a joke rejected by Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, or like a failed twist on the "in bed" fortune cookie joke.
I'm starting to like how Tumblr lets you reblog things from other Tumblrs. I've started using it. But I don't quite know how to be the originator of a tumble -- all I've managed to figure out so far is how to keep momentum going.
I have no idea why, but there's a ton of REALLY AWESOME STORIES written in all-caps here. An excerpt:
VERY SUDDENLY CINDY STRAIGHTENS UP AND BASICALLY SCREAMS OUT IN THAT ROBOTIC WHEEZE OF HERS "LOOK OUT EVERYBODY!!! IMA GONNA KICK DAVID IN THE FACE!!!!!"
I KIND OF SIT UP SMARTLY AND FEEL LIKE I'VE JUST COME OUT OF A DREAM OR SOMETHING. HAVING THIS MASSIVE BEAST OF A WOMAN KICK ME IN THE FACE IS A SOBERING THOUGHT. I'M CONTEMPLATING THE WHOLE SITUATION WHEN CINDY BEGINS HER CHARGE AND SLOWLY PLOWS TOWARDS ME LIKE A LINEBACKER. I'M THINKING I MIGHT HAVE 5, 10 SECONDS BEFORE I'M ON THE RECEIVING END OF A FLABBY FOOT WHEN CINDY SUDDENLY KICKS FORWARD.
AT THIS POINT SHE IS STILL A GOOD 9 FEET AWAY FROM ME. I HAVE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE MISJUDGE DISTANCE SO BADLY IN MY LIFE. SHE HAS TAKEN MAYBE 2 STEPS, TOPS, AND HAS SOMEHOW DECIDED HER TONELESS WRETCH OF A LEG IS GOING TO REACH ME. OF COURSE IT DOESN'T, BUT WHAT'S INTERESTING IS THAT SHE DOES MANAGE TO KICK THIS 80 YEAR OLD WOMAN SITTING QUIETLY RIGHT IN THE FACE.
You know when you get a really attractively decorated cake, and people savor the nicest parts like it's a prize? "Oh, who's going to get the rose made out of frosting?"
Or if there's a cartoon character drawn in frosting, someone will make a comment about decapitating it with the serving knife? "Oh, you're going to eat Mickey's ears, and I'm going to eat his hand."
Now, WHAT kind of conversation is there to be had when this masterpiece is revealed.
It is a cake. Shaped like a realistic baby. And not a cute two-month-old, but a mottled blobby foetus, fresh from the womb. Who is going to get the eye? Who will eat its foot? When the cakey blanket is pulled back, is the newborn's gender revealed? Is there an ice cream umbilical cord inside?
Ideal setting for serving the baby cake: at a Planned Parenthood office party.
