More than meets the lense

Remember a few years back, Big Brother, the TV show that was a huge hit, everyone was watching it? Cameras all around, all day long, watching and recording every step the contestants made. It seemed like fun and it was terrifying at the same moment. We finally had the option to see what someone else is doing without being called a stalker or weird. But, was it all fun and games? Or was it more than met the camera eye?

Of course everyone in the show knew they were being recorded at all times, at first they were all freaked out but after a few weeks they got pretty much comfortable with the idea that an omnipresent eye is observing everything, every thing. After a while, you just get used to it, but do you really? Can you really get used to someone watching every single step you take, every breath your draw, every blink you make?

Making up makeup make up

Everyone likes masks, right? If Halloween is coming up everyone is working hard on their masks, big masks, scary ones and a plethora of different ones. The same applies to makeup as well. You have pretty makeup though, but usually people go so overboard you wonder whether they just fired a shotgun full of makeup at their face. Makes you wonder do they have something to hide, or they just want to be like the others.

Girls started using makeup to make their faces prettier, not to recreate the stuff nightmares are made of. Given, makeup is also used to make scary stuff as well, but that’s mainly for movies and shooting scary photos. I seriously doubt that half of the girls are going to audition for an upcoming horror movie. By the way, mirrors were invented for a reason, besides the obvious duckface  selfie game.

What were you expecting?

You are born, you are to behave appropriately but whatever you do is acceptable, cute and forgivable. You say your first word, ‘mama’ and ‘dada’ are the first words your parents expect you to say, but even if you say ‘supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ you are the cutest little thing ever. You start school and you are expected to have good grades, to build up a normal social background, to adhere to the rules. Still it is ok if you mess up a few times, we forgive but never forget. Remember that time in elementary school you accidentally spilled water onto your pants and everyone thought you peed yourself? But once again, even things like that are expected to happen so it is still not a biggie, right?

Pugh Life – The Deky Vlog

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New Year’s Irresolution

It’s that time of the year again, when children and men, young and old, wish upon a star, and make a New Year’s Resolution. Oh how joyful it is to make a resolution like not drinking anymore, or working out more, or promising that you will not try to take over the World again. Each new year millions and millions of such promises are made, and how many are kept? Wait let me get my calculator, oh wait, almost none! Yes, we all make hasty promises in a drunken fervor that we will become a better man next year, and next year we wake up with a terrible headache, completely forgetting that we just promised we wouldn’t do that again.

No offense…

“No offense but” or “I am not racist but” or some similar slur you can think of means exactly what you are trying to evade. You are offensive, racist or whatever your excuse is supposed to be. It’s fine and dandy that you want to be respectful and that you don’t want to hurt someone’s wee little feelings and it would be acceptable in a few cases. But guess what, every time you try to wash your hands from blame, you are a delusional bigoted biased bastard, no offense of course. Whenever you use ‘no offense’ a small defenseless penguin dies a horrible agonizing death, and you thought global warming was killing the arctic life, nope, insensitive jerks are to blame. Yeah, so next time you are trying to be less offensive, just don’t. Think about the penguins!

Happy Saturnalia

’twas the night of Christmas Eve, snow as far as the eye can see, the smell of roasted chestnuts lingering in the street, a warm cozy fire in the living room, stocking hanging and waiting to be filled. A small but cheerful Christmas tree sits in the corner guarding the presents that were placed there earlier this evening. Not a soul outside, peace and serenity. And if you listen close enough you can actually hear Santa Claus’s reindeers.

Christmas day! Hooray! Time to open presents! Wait, mom, this isn’t the black version! And what is this, I didn’t ask for a last year’s model, how can you be so disrespectful! Ugh, this family is so lame, I bet Billy got the new next-gen console, lucky little sod.