What did YOU find on the Internet today?

That skirt is not flattering on his body type. Get it together, Mr. President.

How to give a cat a pill (with bonus instructions on how to give a dog a pill)
1. Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat’s mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from yard.

6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat’s throat vigorously.

7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink one beer to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse’s forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10. Retrieve cat from neighbor’s shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.

11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of Scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw tee-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

12. Call fire department to retrieve the friggin’ cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap.

13. Tie the dang thing’s front paws to rear paws with twine and bind tightly to leg of dining room table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour two pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

14. Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

15. Arrange for Humane Society to collect mutant cat from **** and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.

How to Give a Dog a Pill

1. Wrap it in bacon.

I'm sorry, but this is Romania. Remember when someone broke the giraffe in front of the Natural History Museum? Well, someone fucked up Legolas's arm yesterday.

And Portraits of soldiers before, during and after war

http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/lalage-snow-we-are-the-not-dea...

I keep finding articles about people getting robbed/stabbed/beaten in Trondheim. Definitely the downside of living here, it's not safe.

I know these are old, but this made me laugh

Geeksboro's (coffee shop/movie theater) biggest claim to fame so far? This Craigslist Missed connections ad someone left for the Silent Hill who attended the grand opening(costume contest). Could this be the beginning of true love?
Like I said, ♥!! I adore my home town.
http://greensboro.craigslist.org/mis/3415618486.html

Giggan wrote:

What i've heard from this story reeks of Ellroy fiction.

The morning after the after-party.

^^^ I've thought something along those lines more often than I can remember. It makes me sad.

I never knew there was an actual word for that feeling/thought/realization.

That is something I began pondering when I was as young as I can remember. It occupy's my thoughts quite frequently, especially while driving around many other cars.

I have found the strangest, most scary-weird guy on Youtube; or rather a fascination to which those adjectives apply, for his kind is legion and he only the tip of the iceberg which I saw in his video about an elevator.

We were talking about elevators and drinking beers; my brother wants to change a safety function on a certain type of elevator he has to work with, because though the elevator complies with the safety code and though the building codes often coincide, this particular case has a problem which requires a third, encompassing sort of 'mother-code' to rectify the situation. Common sense would also work: The elevator door swings open; if stairs are there, it could swing and hit somebody down the stairs.

He tried to find me a video of that type of elevator and couldn't, but we ended up watching a video where a guy did nothing but operate an elevator; imagine a nature video where instead of commenting on the particular aspects of an animal, the red ears for instance that would distinguish a subspecies of turtles, the person were commentating and describing an elevator--here we have the indicator. You'll notice it beeps between floors rather than on floors. Here I'll point the camera down so that you can see it level as the door opens. Beautiful. That's a smooth sliding door.

The guy was creeping my brother out so much that he refused to watch more, so I took his laptop and went into another room while he watched a movie, and I watched everything this guy has done. His fascinations are fascinating. The topics: elevators, handheld video games, fluorescent lights, and padlocks, seem to have no common relation with which you could define his fascination; so, too, do things perk his interest in such a way that it can't be said that craftsmanship, antiquity, form, function, era, or any other number of things usually at the focal point of a common fascination is responsible for stimulating this person's interest. What does a fluorescent light, a padlock, a handheld video game, and an elevator have in common, when they are all from varying years and designed in different places?

If you have ever wanted to ride in an elevator with a psychopath, do a Youtube search for Dover Impulse Hydraulic Elevator--add the word Diesel. And yet I think this personal is actually harmless. His interests don't seem to line up, but if you put 'Human Beings' on the list it would be too out of place. There are others, though, who do what he does; there are others whose interests are narrower and more obscure, people who have his elevator fascination with toilets, light fixtures, space heaters. They don't seem to make their videos as well. They don't watch to see the elevator level; they don't observe the sequence in which the bulbs of a fluorescent light in an old Chicago subway system bathroom turn on; these people seem to me to be like pretenders of the elevator-guy's craft. They're too distracted by onlookers, too concerned with themselves, and if they themselves aren't looking for particulars while making their videos, then they do not know to look for them, and thus do not look for them, and thus are not sharing in the fascination at all. So what are they doing? They're attracted to my elevator-guy, to his community. They fiend pon his soul because they are so weird that the only place they can feel normal is alongside a bunch of weirdos jerking off over a light fixture... But that seems to be what I find on the internet every day.

^ completely unrelated to mr. nightrious´post.

There was a competition to draw this year's National Day logo on Google and a 14-year-old girl won with this design.
Notice the bear, k?

Daaamn gurl!

The lack of fluidity between her moves annoyed me.

But I shouldn't criticize as I don't look like that nor could I get up and do most of that acrobatic stuff.

Irina Marina wrote:

There was a competition to draw this year's National Day logo on Google and a 14-year-old girl won with this design.
Notice the bear, k?

So pretty!

I can't even do a chin up. That was pretty impressive but I laughed when her head went through the roof.

"The war between the sexes is over. We won the second women started doing pole dancing for exercise."

-Ryan Gosling, Crazy, Stupid, Love.

But then he falls in love with the girl that didn't sleep with him, so, you know, whatever.

If Neil Gaiman had worked on Madison Avenue...

The worst video on the whole internet. You're welcome.

I don't want it.

Maybe you'll like this better then. This girl robs a bank and then goes and posts a youtube video about it. Fucking idiots. I worry about the future of the human race when we so strongly feel the need to post everything on social media that someone goes and does this.

http://www.globalpost.com/dispatches/globalpost-blogs/weird-wide-web/gir...

I'll go back to watching my Robin Hood now. Can't believe I watched more than half of the Spartan video.

High school's a lot different under race to the top.

Haha Disney's Robin Hood

I can't stress enough how much I love that movie.

I'm a sucker for most Disney movies so I can relate. I've watched most of the ones I have at least 100 times each. At the very least.

Last winter I watched some of them - Alice, Beauty and the Beast, Pinocchio, Peter Pan, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. I'll watch some this year, too, but seriously, before that I need to see an opera version of The Nutcracker. I think I saw it at the Opera when I was like 8, but can't remember anything. And Swan Lake.

Same here, not counting the Disney/Pixar ones. Goddamn, now I wanna watch either Aladdin or Tarzan. I'm feeling the '90s Disney, right now.

I've been binging on the older Disney movies (Pre-90's).

There having battle of the Nutcrackers on Ovation tv. I'm probably going to miss it though. I don't think I've ever seen it in it's entirety but I'm sure I've had dreams about it. The Christmas card that I sent you Irina had a picture of ballet dancers from the Nutcracker It was one of my favorite cards I made too. I wish I could figure out where all the postcards I tried sending you went.

Well, fuck. Maybe they don't like post from LA? Yours and Chenoa's are the only letters/cards I've never received.

Maybe I'll try my luck in Hawaii.... I seriously don't understand. I've sent you at least 5 different cards by now and none of them reached you.

The funny thing is how different they are when you watch them when you're older. I was a bit taken aback when:

Dumbo got black-out drunk and woke up on power lines
Pinocchio was naughty so he turned into a jack-ass
and Alice in Wonderland--enough said.

We've become a nation of over sharing. This won't be the last time something like this happens. It's the direction we're going in. People can't help but share or post about what they've done - even if it's going to get them thrown in jail.

B-bu-but I like to know what people are eating.

How about the people that instagram every single meal they eat? haha

Seriously, I understand your frustration.
I went to a Steeler's superbowl party and this girl made duck faces in every single picture out of probably 20. I finally asked her to stop. She tried and it took her 3 times to figure out how to smile again. Can you imagine? She was really confused. I kept showing her the pictures, and she'd say, "I didn't smile? But I did."
The poor girl had forgotten how to fukin' smile.
And yes, you are so correct, TMI.
I like to keep my friends list near 100. And mostly it's older folks and professionals, so less nonsense.
And keep the food pics comin'!