WTF 16: Towards Thee Infinite RickRoll

I stared into the endless desperate void, free of all fear and expectation, and all I got was this-

Okay, This Is Stupid. (Chapter 2) - Lookit That Douchebag.

Ladies.
This guy didn't contact me, I just caught this classy fellow's profile update in my dating site news feed. Man, this guy couldn't be more of a toolbag if his name was Black & Decker. The saddest part is that this Young Republican douchelet probably thinks that vomit ghoulash of recycled Tucker Max-isms make him sound downright hee-fucking-larious. Look out ladies, this guy is not afraid to tell it like it is. He is Edgy McEdgerton, The Edgy Edge-ucator! This Ayn Randian is downright randy. This... okay I'll stop.

I was half-tempted to leave un-blurred his lopsided Sloth-face, but that seemed mean-spirited. Just take my word for it, dude looked as ugly as that paragraph makes him sound.

OK, This Is Stupid. (Chapter 1)

So, at the behest of my synth player, I've finally entered the foray of internet dating for the first time since I made a profile on F The Vote about 6 years ago.

I've been on a certain site for less than a day, and the above screen cap is literally the first message I got. It was a response to this (admittedly trite) quip on my profile page:



Oh, and I guess I should mention the message was from a 60 year old dude. Classy.

So, this is already not going so well.

Admin Note: Just to differentiate myself from the average internet retard, I have no intention of trolling anyone on there and this is not an invitation to get trolled. Hell, maybe someday I'll get contacted by someone who is not awful. But in the meantime, whenever I get an email that is that special mix of awkward and obnoxious that it has to be real (as in: real sad), you guys get to hear about it. Cheers!

Lord Knows I'm Not A Fighting Man, But I Want To Punch This Shirt To Death.

You know what, the existence of this Justin Bieber/Black Flag t-shirt makes me think that I may be getting too old for the internet. I think I've reached some sort of irony threshhold, and this definitely crosses it. I'm not exactly sure how though, strangely enough. If I had seen a character in a comic or cartoon with this logo on their shirt, I would have appreciated the irony and laughed. When I first saw the picture I assumed it was a mildly humorous photoshop. Apparently, however, the fact that this is an actual thing and you can buy it rubs me the wrong way.

I think it's because I now have to confront the fact that someone somewhere is going to buy this. Maybe even wear it. This isn't the same as wearing a worn-out thrift store Color Me Badd or Kenny G shirt ironically. This isn't even the same as wearing one of those fake thrift-store t-shirts that have been infuriating me for about a decade. This is worse somehow, and what makes it even harder to deal with is that I can't exactly put my finger on why.

Get the hell off my lawn.

PIXELS - An 8-Bit Attack On New York.

PIXELS by PATRICK JEAN.
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PIXELS, a two-minute Parisian short film by Patrick Jean, where retro video game characters ravage New York. You just have to see this. Did you catch all the retro-game logos? A lot of them are blink-and-you'll-miss-em.

EDIT: Just noticed the C64 subway entrance is at 23rd Street.

We Might As Well Shut Down The Internet, Thanks To 'Trololo' Cat.

Seriously. 'Trololo' Cat is just about the greatest thing ever.