Making someecards is a great way to express short bursts of sheer sarcasm with apparently innocent pictures. Sometimes I like to rage politically or socially. Other times I like to express my awkwardness or limitations. In all cases, I pretend that I’m funny and with a self-satisfied chuckle, I present a few of the ecards that I’ve created. Harsh language ahead.
So, seriously, will you stop? Please?
I don’t care. I also don’t care that you don’t care that I don’t care.
Don’t you have somewhere else to go like Juvie Hall or something?
The fat cats have no time for your play.
Don’t try to run out on your responsibilities. You and your kind came up with Reaganomics and now we get to live with the fallout.
And, here a link to my eCards board on Pinterest where you’ll find hundreds of other funnies. Most were made by others.
Back in the 1960s, Hasbro, the toy maker giant experimented with the idea that boys would play with dolls if dolls weren’t called dolls. So, the term “action figure” was coined. G.I. Joe is the original action figure. G.I. Joe was different in several ways from the dolls girls played with during that period:
- He was exceptionally posable. Every joint was movable as opposed to the dolls in the Barbie line which could only move their heads, their arms at the shoulders, and their legs at the hips.
- He sported realistic (close enough) hair (not in the original version, however), whereas Ken in the Barbie line had plastic hair.
- He had a tough-guy scar on his right cheek.
- He had bad-ass accessories.
- He had a “Kung-Fu Grip!” which meant he could securely hold his gun while he pistol-whipped Ken.
Funny side note: G.I. Joe figures were originally issued for each of the armed services. They all had names that sound would sound totally gay today: Rocky, Ace, and Skip. Add in the muscles and facial hair and all he was lacking were leather chaps. Well, hellooooo sailor! I have to think that homophobes have something to say about boys playing with G.I. Joes. Where’s the damn study proving whatever their nonsense is this time?!
I had a couple of G.I. Joes growing up. My parents bought me the two best accessories that a kid could hope for: the Sea Wolf and the Sky Hawk. Since we had a pool in our apartment complex, I was in it constantly with the Sea Wolf submerging and surfacing it with the accompanying pump. The Sky Hawk was kind of a kite-glider and I loved it … for about the first 10 minutes. Like a kite, you attached a string and pulled the glider into the air. After it was fully extended, you stopped, letting the string detach and the Sky Hawk glide down. It worked, except that it ended up in a tree and my Dad had a really hard time getting it down. After that, I only got to fly it a few times since we didn’t live near big open fields.
In the 1980s, G.I. Joe was re-imagined as an ensemble of specialists combating a megalomaniacal horde called Cobra. The figures were scaled back from the original 12″ models down to under 4″ figures that were far less posable. They were merchandised alongside a very popular run of comic books and TV cartoons series. I didn’t much care for them.
Like a lot of older toys, older G.I. Joes are now very collectible. I wish I still had mine.
So, I walked out of the exhibitor hall to find an outlet where I could charge my phone and cool my heels. While I was hanging out in the lobby, I saw cosplayers all over the place and realized I was missing opportunities to get closer to my goal of 1,000 cosplayer pictures. My phone cord isn’t very long and my dogs were barking, so I sat against the wall and shot pictures of people as they went by. I felt incredibly lazy because I was sitting down and shouting out to people to get their picture as they passed me.
I wonder if I could get away with this.
I kind of like this approach. Next year I think I’ll bring a fold-up chair with a beverage holder and do the same thing until the bullies in the blue and yellow uniforms come tell me I can’t have a chair in the hall. Of course, then I’ll have to figure out what to do with the chair since I am not paying the bag check people to hold on to it. Aw. Screw the chair. I’ll just sit on the ground again. So, if you see some dude hanging out against the wall yelling at you to take your picture, it may be me. I am dedicated to getting 1,000 pictures next year. You could be one of them. Doesn’t that sound fantastic?
I don’t like staples. They require too much commitment.