Pollywogs!

What did they do for the other seven hours???

Found this via a submission to Reddit of a story on Wired that finally led back to this:

“We then degraded the images and printed out each frame sequentially. (all 4133 of them) We then nailed each “shot” of 50-100 posters to various structures and posts. Then using a digital SLR camera with a long exposure we frame by frame shot each poster.”

Cool!

Insert witty blurb here…

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Poor Tracy…

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New Zealand farms pt1.

New Zealand farms pt2.

Slightly related, I read on Reddit that one of those links occasionally injected a trojan into computers where the user was browsing with IE. Don’t use IE. Please.

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Blocking out bad memories.

Shrinking brain tumors.

Playing a critical role in the formation of fetal brains.

Suppressing short term memory while increasing overall brain activity.

Biology is incredibly complex. The fact that plants and animals make so many chemicals which the other finds so useful is amazing (one man’s shit is another plant’s buffet). The miracles of botany…

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I mean, I like pulling the ladder out of the pool as much as the next guy…but a movie???

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This is my problem: visceral fat.

“So if you thought fat just sat there soaking up excess calories from your diet, you were wrong. Think of fat as another organ in the body, one that plays a role—and mostly a negative one in the case of visceral fat—in governing particular body processes.

One such process is the amount of blood sugar (glucose) the body is able to use. Briefly, the system works like this: Insulin is the chemical produced by the pancreas that allows energy-giving glucose to enter muscle and fat cells. Somehow, the presence of excessive visceral fat triggers the liver into producing an overload of fatty acids (the building blocks of fat) that causes cells to become resistant to insulin. The result is that not enough glucose can reach cells, some of which weaken or die. Metabolic Syndrome or Type II diabetes, depending on the exact nature of the process, are the official names given to insulin resistance. Once cells have become insulin resistant, the table is set for hypertension (high blood pressure), heart disease and stroke. In women, excess visceral fat is also associated with a higher risk of breast cancer.

That’s the bad news.

The good news is that visceral fat can be vanquished through vigorous exercise. A Duke University study published in 2003 demonstrated that those who exercised at a level equivalent to 17 miles of jogging a week reduced their visceral fat 8.6 percent after eight months. Those who exercised less frequently or at a lesser intensity did not lose or gain any visceral fat.”

Great. 17 miles a week for eight months to lose 9%…I gotta spend more time on the exercise bike…

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You know those silly little deluded monkeys who think some old white guy made the world go ‘poof’ into existance 10,000 years ago? Ever run into one? Did you think to yourself ‘Jesus H Fucking Christ, where do I start with this asshat’? Did you perhaps say those words out loud?

Anyway…when the mental midget squeaks out a turd and proclaims it the ‘Wurd of the Lurd’, try some of these responses on their asses…

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Ahh…from the spirit of assclowns who brought you the Freedom Fry, may I present a story about the true nature of the modern world we live in, “The Fascist Fry”.

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They are the party of Family Values, of Moral Uprighttitude, of Holy Indignation over the prohomofucking agenda of the liberal, Jesus-murdering Jew. Funny story about those conservatives, actually…

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Shame we got stalled on step 3. Looks like it is no soup for you. And by soup, I mean Liberty. And by you, I mean pretty much the entire fucking world.

It is only a matter of time, I guess.  From that site:

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A little lighter. Weird Chinese torture results in grotesque deformation. Or incredibly hot sexy feet, if your into shit like that…

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You know, I’m a weird guy. I believe in a lot of shit that probably would get me institutionalized if I went around muttering it in public places, covered in my own urine. But one thing I’ve never really believed in were omens…that said, I’ve hit about four or five birds so far this spring in my car. Before that, ALL of the time I’ve been driving I’ve probably only hit two or three. What gives? What does it mean? Does it mean I should go buy a lottery ticket? Or that this year the birds are slightly less intelligent than previous batches? It feels unsettling. Yesterday I nearly clipped two, both barely slipped away. I wish I knew a witch to consult…

…oh, of course you can’t, what was I thinking…

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“Hello,

I just wanted to register a couple comments.

I spent an extra $15 for overnight delivery only to have it take an extra week: apparently, my signature is required to receive the item. I found this on the website in small print at the bottom of some page unrelated to the application procedure. It would have been very nice to know this ahead of time. Rather, it should be essential to have this information ahead of time.

So, I call FedEx. They say, call Capital One and ask them to drop the requirement (which they assure me Capital One can do). I call Capital One, they say ‘If you can’t pick it up from FedEx, and you aren’t home to sign for the item, you have to have a new check sent via mail, another 3-5 days’. Thanks!

I don’t know WHO is home at 12:30 to sign for the FedEx shipments, I don’t know about you but I’m at work at that time. And then to ask me to drive two hours round trip to the nearest FedEx location to pick the item up?

Wow, I paid $15 for this service? Oh, non-refundable you say?

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Ideally, the application where it asked if you wanted the check the next day would say “REQUIRES SIGNATURE” in big red letters, preferably with the delivery time below that. Otherwise THAT OPTION IS COMPLETELY WORTHLESS as in it wastes my TIME and MONEY.

Do I have it shipped to my home? To my work? Does it come at 8AM? 3:30PM? 8PM? Does it require a signature? Can I remove that option?

ETC ETC ETC.

Thank you for allowing me to complain,
Garrett”

Shit that will likely be extinct before you kick the bucket.

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The poo button. Not safe for work. Or delicate sensiblities. Or, frankly, pretty much anyone. Ok, don’t press the poo button…

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Scary and neat shit that lives deep in the sea. Frikken aliens…

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We hate our government. Or, more specifically, the Bush Administration.

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A lot of very bad things have happened to the human race in our past. There was that Africa thing that reduced us to one reproducing population. Then there was this, pretty much everyone in North America getting toasted. Then you had the flooding of the Mediterranean (the source of both the Noah flood and the legend of Atlantis?). I often wonder what could have caused the Tower of Babel story…I have some fanciful ideas which would make a neat novel, but I’m not much of a novelist…

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150 monkeys…that sounds about right…

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3 hours…that sounds about right too…

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Fucking emos…can’t trust them!

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Unn…excuse me…I can’t…concentrate…with…unnn….this music…playing!!!

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Drinking’s good, drinking’s bad.  Fuck that.  You know what is bad for you?  HEROIN.

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Courtesy of El Cid: No one is safe… and well, no one is safe…