Whatever Happend to My Lunchbox?

My childhood must not have been that great since I seemingly have no important memories of it. (I blame the alcohol and hookers.) I do remember some lunchboxes we had in our house such as this lovely 1986 Pound Puppies one. I think there was also a Cabbage Patch Kids (maybe Care Bears?) lunchbox somewhere in the kitchen, but who knows.

Stop laughing, the Pound Puppies were bad ass and you know it.

One of the most important things I remember about my childhood was having a hell of a good time at the local creek. I would go there with my brothers and we'd just have a good ol' adventure and find the most random shit...well mostly tires and dead, bloated animal carcasses...carcasses? carci? carcassasses?

I ventured to that same creek we would explore through recently. I remember we wouldn't hesitate to cross the rapidly moving water by jumping onto rocks until we got to the other side. We were fearless as we walked without any grownups through the overhanging branches and mosquito filled bushes.

Of course now with the advent of faster-than-you-can-get-herpes-from-George-Michael media, I know now that apparently from everything I did as a child, I should be dead at least 40 times over.

When I was a kid this is what insects looked like.

And now....



Alright fine he's an arachnid...whatever. Fruggin Kenyans.

I think the moral of the story is "Go let your kid play outside otherwise he'll turn into Samuel L Jackson in "Unbreakable" "

Oh Captcha, How I love thee.

See that? See that right there?

Yes, I did indeed get lazy whilst typing the title of this post and stopped capitalizing letters.

On to the post!

The CAPTCHA or "Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart." has always irritated me. I remember when I first saw these bad boys somewhere between 2000-2005 (Ok, so I have no idea when I first saw these). They're used to weed out mindless computerized drones from the other mindless computerized drones...the ones who think pop-tarts are a dinner food.

Jesus, what happened to you K-Fed?

Anyway, as all things in life can be irritating at one point, you must find the brighter side!

I've probably entered thousands of captchas in my life and probably failed 40% of them on the first try. Most of the time it's those shitty ones that are a garbled mess of letters and numbers and cats or something stupid like that. I have to give it up to Google for making the best ones. In fact just making this blog I was presented with the CAPTCHA of two words with lines through them (HOMMEY DAWG).

Who comes up with this?

Oh boy.







Those frugging Kenyans