What's wrong with this picture?
I was on my daily hunt for crap and I got a rather splendid tipoff from Jess (cheers Jess) - apparently, on a Welsh music site's forum (and I refuse to call it a "zine" - that's one letter off "zane", and I'll be buggered before I subconciously promote the work of Billy Zane), a girl's father died. This is pretty standard fair for messageboards - it becomes a community and you're obviously going to keep your online friends in the know. However, see if you can guess what's wrong with the picture on this messageboard post (alternatively, if the girl has seen sense and deleted her post, you can see a screenshot of the original post here).
When you take your father's passing as an opportunity to take a photo for the internet, it may be time to unplug your modem, format your hard drive, and go and live in a cave until you have officially stopped being a mess. Everyone has different ways of coping with grief - however, when your way of coping is to publish a picture of your dead (or possibly dying) father on one of the world's most active mediums for media, then you are definitely in need of a solid kick. Doesn't matter where to, in fact I daresay the kick is metaphorical. The important thing is what is she doing!? She's even striking an emo pose. If I ever have kids that dress like that, the photo may actually be of me killing them. However, if my deathbed is used in the same way as those passport booths in the post office, then whoever's involved is officially haunted. Seriously. If anyone fancies a picture with a corpse, it best not be me on the slab. Or I'll spend an entire week blowing in your ear. Doesn't sound much, but by the end of the week you'll be totally tweaked, and everyone will know you as the person who shouts "stop blowing in my ear!!!" for no reason. And nobody wants that. So bare that in mind before you bust out the polaroid. Unless I've died in a really funny/awesome pose. Then, I'll haunt you if you don't photograph me.
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Update from a previous post: hey, remember a few days ago I posted this idiot from my MSN list:
Well, she has since changed her username. And her avatar. I've added my own notes:
I could write an entire entry about this little "gem" alone but I fear it would take me so long to get all my criticisms in that I would die. So just make your own mind up.
When you take your father's passing as an opportunity to take a photo for the internet, it may be time to unplug your modem, format your hard drive, and go and live in a cave until you have officially stopped being a mess. Everyone has different ways of coping with grief - however, when your way of coping is to publish a picture of your dead (or possibly dying) father on one of the world's most active mediums for media, then you are definitely in need of a solid kick. Doesn't matter where to, in fact I daresay the kick is metaphorical. The important thing is what is she doing!? She's even striking an emo pose. If I ever have kids that dress like that, the photo may actually be of me killing them. However, if my deathbed is used in the same way as those passport booths in the post office, then whoever's involved is officially haunted. Seriously. If anyone fancies a picture with a corpse, it best not be me on the slab. Or I'll spend an entire week blowing in your ear. Doesn't sound much, but by the end of the week you'll be totally tweaked, and everyone will know you as the person who shouts "stop blowing in my ear!!!" for no reason. And nobody wants that. So bare that in mind before you bust out the polaroid. Unless I've died in a really funny/awesome pose. Then, I'll haunt you if you don't photograph me.
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Update from a previous post: hey, remember a few days ago I posted this idiot from my MSN list:
Well, she has since changed her username. And her avatar. I've added my own notes:
I could write an entire entry about this little "gem" alone but I fear it would take me so long to get all my criticisms in that I would die. So just make your own mind up.