Well, Twindaddy is doing this challenge where you talk about songs and what they meant to you and crap like that. Or something. All I know is that it means prompts for like 25 days so everyone cheer. Oh woot.
I figure I can crank out 25 songs based on that, and every one will be the Gambler. Know when to hold ’em. Right, so here are the prompts if you’re stupid enough to play along.
Oh yeah prompts.
Go to Twindaddy’s blog for more information. Cause I really can’t be bothered. Oh, look, another random Grumpy Cat gif.
So get ready for . . . whatever. If you want to join in for some strange reason, go to his blog and you can get more details that might actually matter. Here’s another old friend.
There should be some way to end this post . . .
Okay, I’m probably going to annoy a few people with this one, but . . . yeah I don’t care. See, I hate animated gifs. Really, really REALLY hate them. Now it’s not so bad if you’ve got one or maybe two and I can scroll my page down and just view your words and not see the constant flickering animation. But if there’s one every few lines, I’m gonna go a little spastic. I have several blogger pals who LOVE using these, and since I love their blogs I try to keep reading them, but it’s getting to a point where I’m just gonna have to draw the line and say
It’s not just that I find them annoying – though I do – it’s that they actually physically bother me. I get eye strain and headaches from the things. You know how they advise epileptics not to look at flashing lights because they can cause seizures? This doesn’t surprise me one bit, because I feel like I might have one every time I look at the things. And I can talk about seizures because I really did have one, though it was many years ago and I luckily have not had one since. As far as I know. But ugh, those freaking flashing gifs are awful, and they distract from whatever the person is writing. They distract A LOT. And I’m easily distracted enough as it is.
And what is the point? As you know if you’ve read my blog, I love using images in my posts. I’ve never found a need to animate one, though. I mean – why do you have to show someone actively facepalming (head falling to hand, head jumping back up, head falling to hand, head jumping back up, rinse, repeat, puke) when you could just show a picture of the facepalm? Huh? I don’t get it. I think you can be just as funny without the things. Actually I like you MORE without them.
Cause let’s think about this a minute. Who else uses animated gifs? Advertisers! And is there anyone out there that likes those advertisements that flash on Facebook or certain websites every five seconds? No. I mean, sure, the gif of the guy shaking his head and saying “No” is funnier than the one of the lady whose tummy inflates then deflates then inflates again, making me wonder if a diet pill really wants to advertise by showing the effects of yo-yo dieting, but still. It’s not that funny. Especially when you can just find a still picture of Grumpy Cat. I fully believe Grumpy Cat fits into most anything, just by giving us that “I hate you. Die now.” stare.
Anyway, peeps gonna do what peeps gonna do. If you still wanna use the animated gifs, and you like them, more power to ya. But I’m not gonna read posts that use multiple animated flashing gifs anymore. It’s not worth it. I have AdBlock on my computer at home, and it is possibly the most awesome ad-on you can get. I wish it worked on blogs too, because I would really like to read those posts.
If this makes no sense, I plead brain damage from the last set of animated gifs I watched. Which were probably on the above blog.
What do you guys think? Do you like the animated gifs? Do you ever put them in the comments section? Cause if you do, I will seriously HUNT YOU DOWN. Anyhoo, let me know in the comments below!
Note: After writing this post, I discovered that there IS a way to shut off the animation of the gifs in internet explorer and firefox if you are interested. Not sure how long it will work, but here is the link.
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month
Or even your year . . . .
– The Rembrandts
I realize the above image has been used quite a bit, but I really can’t think of a better way to describe today. My alarm went off, and my brain said . . .
And that was pretty much the only intelligible thing it produced. No. Go back to sleep. You has not had the sleeps and you cannot the function. On a good day I figure my brain is working at about half capacity, which is half of the one/tenth or whatever we use of our brains. I’m not sure what we do with the rest of our brains. Probably look at cat gifs.
I kept hitting snooze. My counselor once said “Do you think maybe you are afraid one day you might just not go to work? As in, not even call in. Just not show up.” Do I?
But I got up. Somehow. And I did the whole morning thing that I griped about in that other post called . . . um . . . crap, I forget. “Bunch of Whining”, maybe. The girls laughed. Yay, Mommy is out of her mind and can’t form complete sentences! You are so funny, Mommy! Yes, yes, this is totally a joke. WTF, where am I?
So now I am at the work, and I’m being extremely productive in that I managed to find Google Images and raid my thingy that has the images stored in it on WordPress my um, oh the media library. Library, of course I would forget that word. And people have insisted on talking to me, as if I am somehow capable of understanding human speech at this point. They also have the audacity to be happy for some reason.
Part of my problem as I think I said before was that I am not sleeping well. Next month I’m having a sleep study done which should make a fascinating post. And then I put on the electrodes. And I drooled. Etc. Anyway, since I couldn’t sleep, I was watching TLC and there was this show on called “Extreme Cougar Wives” and I’m like so there’s an age difference that’s not really that OMG THAT LADY IS 90 AND HER BOYFRIEND IS 47. How is she even still you know, I don’t, no, this should not be happening!
I had another post planned for today, but I forgot to write it. It was about how to get rid of a body, saying you needed to do this at some point. I’m not saying I would. But it was inspired when DJ wrote this supposedly fictional post about this psycho killer (warning: contains psycho killer, awesome creepiness, and DJ) and after reading it all I could think was that, hey, where did the guy put the body? And so we had this long back and forth about it, and maybe I’ll tell you about that tomorrow. I do know that his mother was slightly concerned for DJ’s mental state, which I found absolutely hilarious. Until this morning when I woke up like this:
So . . . there you go. Much like a Stephenie Meyer novel, I have no idea what I just wrote. Enjoy. Have the fun of the blog post is interesting read.