"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely fool proof is to underestimate the ingenuinty of complete fools."
So we just got to see the wedding photos. Holy hell. I didn’t think it was possible for me to look that horrible. O_o
I also wonder how this person ever makes any money. These photos were…uhm…aw the hell with diplomacy. They were horrible. Really horrible. There are a handful of good ones, the rest are full of derp faces, blurred anything, people asleep and bad posing. Oh and lets toss in a few bits of bad photoshopping.
The one’s of the brides mom all look great, no surprise there, since the wedding was pretty much all about her anyway. Out of the possible 100 or so pictures, there are exactly 12 of my brother’s side of the family. All the rest are of the bride’s side. Especially her mother. And of those 12, we look horrible in almost all of them because they tossed us together and didn’t bother to take new pictures when we blinked or repose us since the wind was plastering our clothes to us and throwing our hair every which way. If it was possible to have camel toe in a dress….I think these pictures made sure I had it.
So many gratuitous pictures of the Momzilla. Like really…why?
I spend most of my day going through people’s registrations for my company. I have a weird fascination with names, and so this task feeds my weird compulsive brain.
I see all sorts of names. ”Normal” names like William and Jennifer, and the nick names for them. I’ve always wondered why you would name your son John, just to call him Jack. Just name your kid Jack. I learned that Liam is the new nick name for William. The nick name of Dick for Richard stops at a certain generation. I know not to bother searching for that nick name with anyone born in the 80’s and after. Interesting.
Then there are the names that parents tried to make “different” or “unusual” by spelling it different. Which just makes it either silly or not that abnormal because everyone else had the same idea. Like Jaxon. There are more Jaxon’s than Jackson’s. For some reason Trystan makes me cranky. I guess because I see the root of it as Tryst and I wonder why you would name your kid that.
There are names that sound like they should be some kind of royalty; names that I KNOW are ethnic and names that I wonder if they are ethnic or just very rare.
But my favorite are the names that make me go: “Oh no. Why would you do this?” These children will either embrace their names fully or hate them and change them later in life. Here are some of my favorites:
- Truck (Yes. Truck. He has a brother with an almost as bad name…almost)
- Cash Proffit
- Shooter. (I’ve heard of Gunner but Shooter? I hope that if he lives up to his name it will be because of his awesome Olympic sharp shooting skills and not other reasons)
I have more, but I can’t remember them right now.
Don’t misunderstand, I’m not making fun, I’m just fascinated by names. What drives a person to pick names that they do in the first place? But what drives them to pick a name like Truck, now that really makes my brain wander some paths.
Of course there are some last names too that are in the category of “really?” But you don’t get to choose your last name, so one has to wonder what the origins of something like Whitebread are. Or Floor.
Anywho. That’s just one of my random obsessions currently. The other is license plates. I won’t bore you with that one. I do have another story, but I’ll save that one.
a real job? you mean, like, an internship at the white house?
okay, well what about the national democratic party?
what about interning at the united nations?
wow damn it’s almost like our economy functions on stealing labour from hardworking young people, regardless of whether their jobs are “real” or not