Kip will be judging your every action.
President Barack Obama appointed me as one of the judges
in the Poo Lit Surprise
contest. I'm judge #1 in the Best Illustrated Article category. As always, I took points off for pixilated pieces-of-shit jpeg images.
Read it. It's self-explanitory.
Space: The Final Frontier. Holy crap, these are great images. All jpeg, but they're mostly photographs, so I'll give it a pass. An interesting subject and an overall entertaining article. Oh yeah, and SPACE!!
I lol'd hard. Very funny Chick tract parody. All png and not a single jpeg, but most of them look suspiciously jpeg. I assume that's due to being directly from the website. Fucking Jack Chick.
At first I was like "WTF?", but then I got the joke and lol'd. Clever.
Eh, this kind of silly concept article seems to have been done before and done to death, so I didn't really laugh. However, others might find it funnier than I did. The images compliment it well.
I'm not a big heavy metal fan, yet the article was pretty funny. The captions had more laughs that the images themselves, so I wasn't sure how to judge it. I eventually decided to give the article an average score.
Now it pains me to put a Rock music article next to the following, but...
More amusing meme than Poo Lit Surprise material. The images are all poorly done jpegs. GRRR. I think this was originaly only a response to Mrthejazz's article that just had Michael Jordan on it. Regardless, it's crap. You can do better Hype.
Some Poolitry to Lighten the Mood
- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
- Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
- As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
- "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
- Only this, and nothing more."
- Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
- And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
- Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
- From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
- Nameless here for evermore.
- And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
- Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
- So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
- "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
- This it is, and nothing more,"
- Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
- "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
- But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
- And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
- That I scarce was sure I heard you" - here I opened wide the door; -
- Could it be my lost Lenore?
- Suddenly I ceased my yearning, for before me was a burning
- Paper bag which some foul demon placed upon the wooden floor.
- On the porch I stood proclaiming: "Demons who have have left this flaming
- Package which illuminates the night upon my chamber door;
- Who are you that placed this flaming bag upon my chamber door?!
- Show yourselves, forevermore!"
- How distinctly I remember stomping out the flaming ember
- On that dark night in December, stomping at the wooden floor.
- For within the flaming parcel was a putrid, stinking morsel
- Of some demon's excrements now flaming at my chamber door.
- Smearing on my feet and on the ground beneath my chamber door.
- This I saw, and nothing more.
- "Be that flame our sign of parting, flaming bag!" I shrieked upstarting -
- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
- Leave no brown smear as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
- Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit my porch forevermore!
- Take thy flame from out my heart, and take thy stench from off my floor!
- Though shalt leave forevermore!"
- But the package, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
- On the charcoaled floorboards of the porch, before my chamber door;
- And the stench is left unbroken, speaks words which are best not spoken
- Leaves behind a vicious token, smeared across the blackened floor.
- And my soul from out that stain that lies upon the charcoal floor
- Shall be lifted - nevermore!