Move over Jesus. There’s a new toastface in town and it’s MINE. Or whoever’s. It’s a customizable selfie toaster by a company called Burnt Impressions, that specializes in toasters that create images, which I think is a probably a pretty niche market.
If you’re wondering how it works, there’s more info on Mashable.
This is so weird.
Ester Honig, a “human interest reporter” shared a picture with 40 photo editors in over 25 countries, using service sharing site Fiverr (not sure if the project is an ad for Fiverr but it might as well be) and told them to “make me look beautiful.” So they went to town with the Photoshop.
The idea, I think, is that it’s supposed to show the ideal beauty in each of these countries, though really it may just show the ideal of the photo editor and maybe doesn’t say anything about the country at all. I don’t know. But let’s say it does say something about the country (it makes a better headline)…
The result? She looks worse in every single retouched photograph than in the untouched one (above). I’m not just saying that. She’s a pretty girl and I really think she looks better as is – and I don’t say that about everyone (OK, I kind of do but not ALWAYS).
The U.S.A. version is literally gross. She looks like a child pageant queen with a squishy face starring in a young adult vampire B movie.
Sri Lankans don’t know how to apply makeup evenly
Germans like redheads
Greeks really likes eyelashes
Meanwhile, Honig herself said, “Photoshop allows us to achieve our unobtainable standards of beauty, but when we compare those standards on a global scale, achieving the ideal remains all the more elusive.”
Here are the pictures.
Because you know how when you listen to Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight” and you get to the drum fill you always think “Man, I wish this was a half hour long!”
I’m getting kind of excited about these new toothpaste flavours from Crest, like Chocolate Mint Trek, and Lime Spearmint Zest.
I’ve read quite a few blogs and articles where people are all “EW! Toothpaste has to be MINTY and only MINTY! Those people are so crazy I can’t believe it!”
Meh. You need to get out more. If it cleans your teeth, it cleans your teeth. I will totally try it.
I would also try cupcake toothpaste, which I just discovered.
“Brushing your teeth with real frosting kind of defeats the purpose, but with this Cupcake Toothpaste you get all the fabulous flavor of frosting without another root canal! Just put a dollop on your brush and after a few minutes of vigorous brushing your whole mouth will feel frosted!”
(Via I Born for This)
Oh look. Speaking of people who decide to live exclusively off things…
Following hot on the heels of the post about the woman who lived off nothing but Starbucks for a year comes a guy who lived off McDonald’s for three months. I feel like this has been done before, and not just by Morgan Spurlock, whose documentary “Supersize Me” was one of the dumbest movies I’ve ever tried to watch. Seriously. I cannot understand how that thing became a hit. Yes. If you eat a LOT of crap, always choose the unhealthiest thing on the menu and eat as much of it as is humanly possible, you are going to gain weight and be unhealthy. If I hit myself in the face with a hammer, it’s going to hurt. I don’t need to make a movie to prove this. I think, at some point, someone already did a thing where he ate the better things on the McDonald’s menu and lost weight, to refute Spurlock’s, uh, I’ll call it a “point.” Then there’s that Jared guy, who ate nothing but Subway sandwiches and lost about eleventy bazillion pounds.
I can’t imagine ever doing anything like this, because McDonald’s food doesn’t taste very good and I’d go nuts from the lack of variety, but this teacher from Iowa lived off McDonald’s for three months, lost 37 pounds and lowered his cholesterol, proving that, if you choose the healthier items on the menu and don’t stuff your idiot face, you won’t get fat and unhealthy.
(via eBaum’s World)
This is a mouse decorating a Christmas tree.
It makes me feel kind of sad about the dead one our cats left us on the bed the other day, which I didn’t give much thought to until now.
Anyhoo. Look! It’s a mouse decorating a Christmas tree!
(Via Tastefully Offensive)
There’s something beautiful about this. And a little disturbing.
Redditor Jamesahyoung spent his first Halloween as an amputee really working the theme, as a shark attack victim.
Asked if he lost his arm and leg in a shark attack, he replied, “Nope, this was just a costume idea I got from redditors. I tripped and fell under a train I was running for.”
He adds, “I paid the fare and it only took me 50 meters, so I’m out of pocket really too.”
So, dude’s sense of humour is intact. Amazing.
Here is an incredibly weird anti-porn PSA. That is all.
This is what happens when a twerking video goes horribly, horribly wrong.
It’s OK though, because she was fine. At least fine enough to post the video with the explanation, “I tried making a sexy twerk video for my boyfriend and things got a little too hot :)”
One of the amusing things here, and there are a few, is the idea that this would have been a sexy video had she not, you know, caught on fire. I don’t understand the kids these days.
I think the commenter who posted this sums it up best:
“This is so stupid. First if you going to twerk on a door make sure it is locked so it won’t open. Or just don’t twerk on a door or at all. And second STOP DROP AND ROLL. Don’t flounder around on the couch like a fish out of water. What’s with the four candles why do you need so many?? It is light out, not even one is needed. And the coffee table. it’s glass nothing good ever comes from a glass coffee table!.”
Remember this kids: IF YOU ARE GOING TO TWERK AGAINST A DOOR MAKE SURE IT IS LOCKED SO IT WON’T OPEN. I can’t stress that enough. And NOTHING good ever comes from a glass coffee table. Nothing.
I wonder if she knows the tag on her pants is sticking out. So embarrassing.
This actually made me tear up a little.
Watch this dance routine by women in windows in (what I assume is) Amsterdam’s red light district. Then wait for the punchline.