I am A Tool of the Internet

Today I figured I would try my luck at the LOL Cats Jones soda contest.


moar funny pictures

I think it has a chance.

A Natural Progression

I noticed this little progression of photoshop skill today. I found it to be a good guide for the phases that photos go through when they hit the internet.



Here is the Original.




Once it was available it was only natural to add an epic explosion to it. That or a LOL cat phase of some sort. Perhaps even a ninja weapon worth of Chuck Norris.



While that does look cool it doesn't mean anything until you show what is happening outside the frame.

Kick Ass he's on a skateboard!


Finally It is time to bring it back to what we all love. Star Wars.

This just feels right.

Winter's Cold Chill

With winter starting to bow to spring I got a chance to take some pictures.

When it comes to snow I like untouched snow the best. I enjoy looking at fresh undisturbed snow. It's a blank canvas of possibility, a blanket of white.


There is just something so tranquil about silhouettes falling on snow.



Ahh... the path of rolling snow.




Even snow must part ways as it travels.

Cupcake Delight

So the other day I came home to the smell of Baked Goods. This heavenly aroma of confectionery creations sparked my imagination as to what they may have been. It was too sweet to have been bread and no traces of Banana lingered anywhere. No cookies could been seen cooling anywhere, but empty cupcake boxes where scattered along the counter. I quickly headed into the house to find these carefully portioned pieces of cake.



Rounding the corner I found my wife carefully applying a frosting base to her baked goods. Surprised to see me, she reluctantly paused her work and said "Hi." I gazed at the treats she had spread across the table.




A vast array of miniature cakes covered with frosting, sprinkles, tiny M&M's or powdered sugars. Each one constructed with methodical thought and executed with an artistic flare.




Some depicting the seasons past others showing a sign of love. Each was a character of extraordinary being. Their tale proudly displayed for all to see and know.




Every time I peeled off the wrapper to eat one a little voice would cry out "Now I am complete, consume me and rejoice." Each bite was more delicious than the last. I hide my tears, for to cry would only dishearten the others.




With the last cupcake consumed my wife and I retired to our bed in silence. We both realized when the Sun broke the horizon no more could we find our culinary treats. They were gone, no more. We would have to make more. There was no guarantee that they would ever be as good ever again.

Orange

The other day I was peeling some Clementine oranges and thinking of how good they'll be when I finally eat them. I then happened to noticed how nicely they peel. The skin didn't break apart into small pieces but rather stayed together like some thick organic paper. One thing lead to another and the next thing I know I got creative with a camera, enjoy.

Rock the scale of Gravity

I just fould this site Slightlywarped Curiosities on this page they had some good photo's of somethign I've been trying to do since I wa six; balance rocks. It may seem laughable at first but It looks good when done right.

Why would you play in Sea Foam

Over the weekend it seems the Australian coast was turned in to a foam clubbers dream vacation destination. Vast lengths of beach where covered by sea foam. It was made as a result of storms off the coast kicking up large amounts of surf (or a Tide tanker ran a ground some where nearby) Personally, If I have a choice between playing around with sea foam or man made foam I would go for a bike ride. Which begs the question why would you want to wallow in sea foam? Maybe you want to smell like dead fish. Maybe you enjoy the feel of fishy salty foam on your skin. For what every your reason for frolicking though it, I don’t get it. If however you are trying to escape it, I sympathize.



You can tell one of these girls know the peril they're currently in.



"Run Boy, Run!"


"We were to late. The foam has taken two more."
"Won't someone think of the children!"

Source

Desolation is for the Desolators

While on my morning super highway commute I happened across a wonderful array of photography. These haughtily colored photos of abandoned and desolate creations beckoned me to stop and stay a while. Colored picture after colored picture I became more and more fascinated with how the photographer managed to show an elegance and sense of lost honor with each picture. I was saddened that these creations of man now lay forgotten and dying. Silently they cry out in hope of being rescued for the dilapidated quagmire of neglect they are currently suffering. With the little dignity that remains, they wait for the soul of humanity to return to them.









Scource: Lost America

Swinging For Love and Lost

The other day my meandering travels took me to the west side. There I happened unique and enchanting artifact, a swing. This white roped chestnut cherry wood stained seated beauty happened to be calling my name with a tantalizing sonnet. As I approached, soon it became apparent that the swing itself was not the composer of this enticing ballad but rather, a beautiful and elegantly sculpted muse draped in turquoise.



Knowing her enticing melody had entranced me far before I laid my eyes upon her, I now was devoted to her. With a haste I made my way to her beckoning call. This chimed the end of her chorus and began her verse. It compeled me to push her higher in hopes she would reach the stars above. Before my I fully realized I had rushed to her aid and began to endeavor to satisfy her request.



Slowly working the rhythm of her swing we began to excel her to the stars in the sky. My feeble strength grows with every push. She empowered me, enhances me, made me discover my true self. I summon forth strength I never knew I was capable of before. All of it was for her.



Then with my last push she completed her ascension to the heavens. As I gaze upon her beauty leaving the earth, remorse falls over me. My muse has left me. Alas, my inspiration, my idol of creativity, my divining rod my imagination is beyond my reach.



Perhaps not, for it was with me that she reached the stars. Now my destiny is reveled to me. She has not abandoned me, rather motivated me to new heights. I shall begin my attempt to join with her in the heavens. At first my attempts a meet with few results but slowly I work up the might to breach the thinly veiled sky.



When I finally shatter the the fine crystal sheet of the horizon. There my muse shall greet me with a warming embrace and joyful tears. For I have defied the Heavens and the laws of Nature to reunite myself with her. Then together we shall traverse through the sky's infinite being for all eternity.

While perusing the off beat news I happened to came across this image in a Fark Photoshop forum. Its horrific beauty fascinated my imagination and ignited some of my greatest fears. The mere thought of seven individuals gathering round to pay witness to the destructive force they wield at their finger tips chilled my soul. Would they use this force to promote change for the betterment of man or rather to bring about a forced submission of us all?





It was done by "Dark Johnson"



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