Thursday, March 31, 2011

SOMEBODY! PLEASE!

Tell me this is photoshopped!

It has to be right? RIGHT!?

I went to bed early last night.

I felt like shit so I went to bed early.

When I woke up, I found that someone had sent me a PXT at 11:15pm. No words, just a PXT. This was it:



I'm not sure if it was the good night's sleep, or this image, but I felt a bit better this morning.

Still don't know who you are though. I don't have your number and according to my phone we've never communicated. Therefore, you cannot be thanked. But thanks.

And on this note, feel free to send me images of a similar nature. I like it. Personally, I like to go into stores that have computers with the internet set up, and change the homepage to fuck-cunts.blogspot.com. The Apple store is always a good one for that.

Friday, March 18, 2011

In 1960...

...these two guys, Jacques Piccard and Don Walsh, dove to Challenger Deep, the deepest part of the ocean, in a submarine (bathyscaphe). They were the first to do it and noone has ever done it again.

When they hit 9000 metres, one of the outside windows cracked due to the pressure, and they still had 1900 metres to go. Can you imagine how intensely scary that would be? The window cracking, and just the whole dive itself?

I'm surprised they were able to make a submarine big enough to fit both pairs of their balls.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

This is nice, get on it.

This weekend, like many other people, I watched as Japan survived one of the worst recorded earthquakes of all time- only to be torn apart by the tsunamis that followed.

I wanted to help, wanted to give back more than a reblog or retweet. So for the next week or two, I’ll be offering a special “For Japan” edition bracelet. Each one is $20, and 100% of the proceeds will go to the Red Cross towards relief efforts in Japan. The bracelet is a natural 9oz bracelet, with a hand painted red button to show support. Each comes in a nice cloth bag. Out of respect, there is no branding, no fancy packaging- just a reminder to help and remember.



Corter
You know that old thing, live fast, die young? Not my way. Live fast, sure, live too bloody fast sometimes, but die young? Die old. That's the way. Not orthodox. I don't live by "the rules".