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Yay! (sarcasm...) The Southaven Walmart grandiose Home Living circle style sign has been replaced with this. Most of my time in the store on the October 4, 2015 visit was spent in and around this department. The store was quite crowded as well, so I was unable to get very many pictures.
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Walmart, 1998-built, Southcrest Pkwy near Goodman Rd., Southaven, MS
added 9/1/2014
Thanks everyone! Due to my ubber photography skills (read 'sarcasm') Kiki found a forever home yesterday!!!!!!!
She will be living with a little girl who wants a kitten to love and snuggle, a lap cat. Kiki LOVES to be cuddled so its a match made in heaven!
Thanks for all those who looked past this little girls' eyeballs and saw her beauty.
Photography and fostering animals go hand in hand!
¿Estáis preparadas para la lectura de hoy? Creo que si, ya os veo sentadas y listas para escuchar, así que como es costumbre me toca decir:
Advertencia habitual y ¡empezamos!:
"¡CUIDADO!, absténgase de la lectura de este cuento las personas que carezcan del sentido de la ironía, el sarcasmo y cierto sentido del humor muy particular, podría provocar graves ataques de tontería aguda."
“Y había vuelto a cambiar, de atuendo y de actitud para el nuevo dilema que se presentaba, ¡que raro!, ¿verdad?”
“(Contras) –‘Queridísimo público, me complace anunciarles la celebración de la 1ª edición de la elección a Miss Botitas Maravillosas’- su voz alegre y dicharachera hacía juego con el colorido y brillo de su indumentaria, body en rojo, azul y blanco, botas altas de tacón fino y sombrero de copa en la mano, todo en los mismos colores. Su nombre en el sombrero, en rojo chillón, el pelo enrizado y los ojos azules. – ‘… y con todos ustedes, su presentadora favorita… ¡la bellísima Contras!’
Melisa no se creía lo que estaba viendo. Contras se había multiplicado, ¡había muchísimas!, no solo veía a todo un cuerpo de baile compuesto por Contras vestidas igual que la primera, sino también a la presentadora, azafatas, jurados y público que aplaudía, todas ellas Contras. El asombro de Melisa se reflejaba en su cara, cosa que no se podía decir del bochorno que estaba pasando Pros, ¡si su hermana no la formaba…!, ¡quien las iba a tomar en serio así!
Fuegos artificiales, juegos de luces y una coreografía de baile ejecutada con movimientos gráciles y delicados por las bailarinas Contras, acompañaron la entrada de Contras, la presentadora. La vista se posaba en ella sin quererlo… en sus andares tan femeninos sobre tacones tan finos… en el azul de tono hipnótico de su traje de noche con escote tipo corazón y espalda descubierta que hacía difícil imaginarse como se podía sostener el traje… en la elegancia de esos guantes largos que le llegaban por encima del codo y donde se podía leer su nombre en letra elaborada al dorso de la mano… y en el contraste de su cuidada melena pelirroja con un azul tan precioso. No tardó en llegar al centro del escenario de ese mundo mágico y mareante que pertenecía a Pros y Contras, en el que Melisa quedo atrapada sin casi darse cuenta y en el que, aunque no se podía decir que se encontrara cómoda, tampoco se podía decir que se sintiera a disgusto. Su sonrisa iluminó la sala, una caída de ojos antes de empezar a hablar y una nueva sonrisa.
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘¡Gracias a todos por asistir a esta magnifica gala!, que espero sea de su agrado. Ya tenemos a nuestras botitas listas para salir, ¡que nervios!, ¡todas son un verdadero primor!, ¡y están deseando ser elegidas para convertirse en…!’
(Contras/Público) –‘¡Miss Botitas Maravillosas!’ –gritaron al unísono emocionadas.
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘…Pero, no solo las tenemos a ellas, también tenemos a una personita muy especial, lista para sentarse en el Jurado. Ella es…’ –redoble de tambor –‘¡¡Melisa!!, ¡sí!, esa chica tan dubitativa como encantadora que últimamente se ha convertido en el centro de nuestros desvelos’ –dos azafatas Contras acompañaron entre aplausos a Melisa a ocupar su puesto en el Jurado. Tímida, saludaba y sonreía, dejándose llevar. Las azafatas Contras llevaban el mismo look que las bailarinas, solo que con minifalda.
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘Seguro que tiene mucho que decir… ¿quien si no?, je,je. ¡Ah!, … me comunican que se me ha olvidado presentar a otra persona… cosas del directo… no se como se me ha ido de la cabeza… bueno, pues también se incorpora al Jurado, Pros, ¡ugh!’ –el tono empleado, el mohín final y los abucheos del público lo decían todo sobre la popularidad de Pros en este enjambre de Contras. Pros también ocupó su sitio entre el Jurado, acompañada por unas azafatas nada sonrientes, irradiando como siempre una gran dignidad, ¡esta pantomima no iba con ella!
(Melisa) –‘Parece que esta elección esta llena de contras, je, je’ –le dijo a Pros para quitarle tensión al abucheo. Silencio. De pronto se hizo un silencio absoluto y Melisa notó que se había convertido en el centro de todas las miradas.
(Melisa) –‘Solo era…una…broma, je,je…¡uyyy!’ –susurró cohibida.”
Continuara dentro de cuatro fotos…
Por si ha alguien le había parecido poco con una sola Contras, ahora tenemos muchas… como en el mundo real, lleno de contras (lo se, he repetido el mismo chiste malo dos veces seguidas, privilegios de autora). En general, y sobre todo para este capítulo, me he inspirado en Bugs Bunny para la personalidad de Contras y un poquito en el Genio de Aladin. Tengo que dedicar un pie de foto a la relación entre nuestro amigo Bugs y el crossdress, ese conejo puede llegar a ser muy, muy femenino (nada de dobles sentidos en esta frase, ni lo penséis, que somos señoritas con clase). Me despido por hoy, ¡hasta la próxima! y ¡besitos de Miss!
PS: Los capítulos anteriores podéis encontrarlos en el álbum dedicado al cuento, la dirección es: www.flickr.com/photos/47932076@N05/sets/72157625978352555...
PS: Si quieres ver un video con este look (If you want see a video with this look) :
www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/5740508816/in/photostr...
Y si quieres ver un mosaico de videos e imágenes dedicado a este look (If you want see a mosaic that combines video and pictures, all with this look) :
Blue marker text:
PLACE OF ASSAULT
by inspiration
ON A MAN
with a blue marker
Black paint text:
BE CAREFUL NOT TO PEE YOUR PANTS
At first I did not think that we would get along. When she told me that she was working on a script about a multi generational tale of women in a family, my gun was cocked and loaded with sarcasm that I was only a little too polite to fire.
She laughed, not believing that I was in Hollywood to paint. It was not why I was here but what I would do.
"No one comes to Los Angeles to paint,,,ha ha.."
"What about David Hockney?"
"Yeah well.."
We liked the same brand and with the same amount of ice. I put my index finger over the top of my straw, lifting it out of the glass of soda water. Lifting my finger, i let it shoot into the bourbon. She made some comment that i thought rude until she explained that it was a quote from a movie.
Flushed, her cheeks now seemed rounder. She leaned forward nearly knocking over my empty glass.
"Listen, never punch up a script on spec, that is how they get you, you are made to feel as if it's an audition, do a good job and they will take care of you. A good friend of mine, went to a good college had years of this, it's a scam to get free work out of you."
I asked her how she knew I was here to write scripts and not act...
Momentarily, I could read her mind, things about my age, my looks immediately came to mind. She caught herself before her words could take wing, the little pink tip of her tongue protruding from between her teeth.
"No, you're a clever guy, none of that."
She was quick on her feet with only a slight time delay.
Pointing to my bag, she asked me what it was.
"My paints."
W.Wolfson'16
Castle Rock, CO - This guy is the only person I know who has the ability to have an expression of sarcasm. It's weird after three decades you think it would get annoying, but NO it's one of his greatest attributes.
Sarcasm! Ever see those personal ads "Hi, I'm a Leo and I love long walks on the beach in the rain!" From personal experience, walking on the beach in the rain is cold, wet, and totally devoid of romance. Yet, I do it anyway!
Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area, Siuslaw National Forest, Oregon USA
Happy Monday!!! <----supreme sarcasm in case you didn't recognize that.
Hopefully I'll be around a bit more today than I have the last few. I got a lot of catching up to do with everyone.
There's an element of sarcasm in the caption, but as it's been widely known, people have been arriving in droves to see these Sunflowers. As a result, a bit of damage has been incurred as many will know from a previous upload. I didn't witness anyone picking these today but what I saw was barely credible to this lover of the natural world. People were almost like sheep walking along the paths, unduly concerned or taking notice of anything. it appeared to me that they visited simply 'because' ( I suppose) . The paths are narrow and uneven, also very hard underfoot given the heavy rain of late . I myself wore proper walking shoes as a matter of personal safety and used my walking stick for the same reason. I was forced to stop and hop over into thick grass to make way for those with pushchairs. I felt sorry for one lady in particular so looked up and smiled saying , "It's hard work pushing that, isn't it?" Her reply was a grumpy sounding , "Yes , my daughter's left me with this to go off and take photos in the sunflowers.... "...
so I say "let me take a picture of you before school with my new camera." and she says "what do I get?" Then I drop her off at school and chuckle all the way to the office.
On the left going up the hill is La Barrera (Border Wall) México–Estados Unidos. This view is from the border city of Nogales, Arizona, USA. The sister border city of Heroica Nogales, Sonora, Mexico is to the right of the wall.
As a result of major extensions of the barrier starting in 1994, there has been a significant increase in the number of people trying to cross dangerus areas that have no fence, such as the Sonoran Desert and the Baboquivari Mountains in Arizona and hence a major increase in deaths. Such people must cross fifty miles of inhospitable terrain to reach the first road, which is located in the Tohono O'odham Indian Reservation.
Despite the dangers of unauthorized border crossing, there is significant legitimate travel across this border as evidenced by the border parking lot sign. Nogales, Mexico is a major medical and dental tourism destination for U.S. citizens due to inexpensive private healthcare clinics. Tourists also visit downtown Nogales to eat and shop for traditional Mexican wares and handicrafts, much of it brought up from states far further south.
Mexican nationals with valid border crossing cards are permitted to cross the border to shop and visit friends and family. Many Mexican shoppers visit malls in Tucson (69 miles from Nogales) and the Phoenix area. At La Encantada, an upscale outdoor shopping center in the Tucson Catalina Foothills, Mexicans make up about 25 percent of the shopping base.
"I have seen the writing on the wall"
"Bring the boys back home"
"Mother should I trust the government"
This image is "political" and "pandemic related" and is "tagged accordingly".
"The speed of science"...
boriquagato.substack.com/p/its-not-about-you-its-about-me
(Watch the video to the end)
Also:
www.zerohedge.com/covid-19/pfizer-exec-admits-under-oath-...
rumble.com/v1d4lm9-joe-biden-vaccine-promises-vs-vaccine-...
Science...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=teZqAuyqX4U
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdSUnV2fJGk
Fooled...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NzLs-xSss0
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKYQNtF11eg
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SnxBvH-0Mc
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Desafio BFF - (03/10)
A terceira combo do desafio é cremoso + glitter, uma das formas mais comuns de ~upar esmaltes, e uma das minhas favoritas.
Nos ~primórdios, eu procurava escolher um glitter que tivesse a cor do esmalte de base na composição, mas essa ~combinação infalível~ geralmente não funfava, pois o esmalte de base ~engolia todas as partículas que possuiam sua própria cor, e o glitter ficava ~aleijado, perdendo parte do charme original... por isso
agora escolho as combinações com mais critério, embora raramente teste no disquinho, antes de usar, como seria mais acertado.
O Tropical Salmon dispensa maiores descrições, é um salmão cremoso, muito fofo, mas de fórmula não muito fácil de trabalhar. O pincel é flat e macio, mas estranhamente desenha ~negative spaces~ nas pinceladas, e como a fórmula é mais pra densa do que pra fluida, o risco de kgar tudo, pincelando várias vezes, é maior.
Em duas camadas cobriu o suficiente para a aplicação do glitter, mas se fosse usar sozinho teriam sido três, pois ficou um pouco manchado.
O Sarcasm é uma fofura de glitter miudinho, composto por glitter comum preto e mini bolinhas (ou hexagonais, sou cega e não consegui diferenciar) acetinadas nas cores azul elétrico, verde lima, amarelo, laranja e vermelho, em base transparente. O pincel vem carregadinho e ele espalha com facilidade em uma camada, embora precise de algumas pinceladas para uniformizar, e quanto mais se precisar pincelar, mais glitter vai se depositar na unha, daí que eu não consegui deixar todas proporcionais (no médio da mão esquerda tem demais, e no mindinho de menos). =P
Finalizei com TC Ideal e curti o resultado, achei bem fofo, e ao vivo mal se nota a falta de padrão na quantidade de glitter em cada unha.
Usei:
1x base Nail Experts, Avon
2x Tropical Salmon, YNC Camila Coelho
1x Sarcasm, Penélope Luz
1x TC roxinho, Ideal
Hey Hooman! Thanks for throwing the ball for me! I left it for you to throw again!
Ohh, gee, thanks so much Flynn!
Was that sarcasm I sniffed there, Hooman? I left the ball closer to you than I normally would. I mean, it's RIGHT there.
How do you SNIFF sarcasm? - No, nevermind, forget I asked. Flynn. The ball IS right there. But it is right there IN the hideous muddy puddle. I notice it's just slightly too far out for me to easily reach it from the edge.
Hmm, but only just out of reach... so, you'd only have to take a step or two out into the puddle.
Flynn, I don't want to paddle in there at all. You are already IN the puddle... Can't you bring the ball closer, so it's a step or two OUT of the water?
No. Definitely not.
Why?
Ermm....
There's no good reason why you can't do that, is there?
Welll....
Also... say if I DO step in the water to get that ball, are you actually going to LET me pick it up... or are you going to race me to it, & then drop the ball further out in the puddle.
I am offended!! Why would you even think I'd do that, Hooman? You're being paranoid!
Am not! I know your tricks! You're trying to make me go splashing about in the puddle, by using the ball as a lure. Don't deny it, Flynn!
Pfft. Fine. You got me. That being the case, shall we skip the part you pretend you're not going to get your boots wet then? Come on in the water's lovely!
Last week, I discovered my welly ("rain boot" in the US?) were leaky, after walking into a puddle to make a splash for Flynn's entertainment... & coming away with a very wet foot!! Luckily, the water I trod in wasn't anywhere near as deep or filthy as this one is & I've since replaced my wellies ;-) Even in waterproof boots though, I didn't really want to paddle in this puddle! Normally, there's a usable path along here, but the Forestry Commission are doing work & the tractors have really churned up the ground... resulting in a truly spectacular wet, muddy mess!!
Flynn was clearly impressed by this new woodland water feature & made a beeline for it, dropping his ball strategically on the way in... He left it just a little too far from the edge for me to easily reach, without going into the water myself. As predicted - when I did make a tentative move to get the ball, Flynn darted in & dropped it further away, before he retreated, to wait for me to make my move. He wanted me to follow him further & further in! He likes using toys as lures to make me move! On this occasion, I refused to be drawn in & made him go fetch it back!! I had my boots but no wish to find how deep the water gets - or how slippery & sticky the mud underneath may be!
Man! Cropping is my forte or something. </sarcasm>
I found this in a Parking garage on the top floor. Above the down button.
A sign? Maybe? Or maybe someone just left it there for another day?
I have another photo of it. Probably will post it tomorrow after school.
I have to start my Adv. (plus) photography project soon.
Mixed emotions on my plans. Half a half Idea. Need more research.
B&W photos forming a 360 view. Like, multiple frames over lapping each other.
Some of them being tinted sepia/cyno/hand colored. Yada yada.
Then my teacher threw out having it be a 3D model. Not sure how I'm going to incorporate that in.
I have some ideas, but its going to take me some time. I'm ready for the challenge.
Not that it means anything, but I haven't never received a testimonial.
Probably its hard to "sum-up" my photos because I don't really have a recurring pattern with my photos.
The closest I could get would probably be macros.
ehh, It's nothing. haha. It's kinda like getting 5+ favorites and 0 comments.
My work is kinda over hard to describe. Hmm. I don't know where I'm getting with this.
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Pra essa mani usei duas camadas do Fagulha, ele tem uma qualidade ótima e ficou lindo nas unhas, só num fotografei ele solo porque era noite. Usei mais duas camadas do Sarcasm pra ficar com bastante glitter. Pra finalizar TC Ideal. Adorei! Achei que combinou bastante com meu tom de pele. Por hoje é isso, Beijos!
so recently i have been extremely sleep deprived which has resulted in that wonderful thing called "memory loss" (note sarcasm)
i frequently wake up to find photos & videos on my camera / phone or hundreds of screenshots of stuff that i otherwise would have no memory of; then again, a major reason why i constantly do this is because i think that regardless of whether memory loss is immediate or over a long period of time... that remembering things in general is very important.
even if i was sleeping normally right now, i know that there are so many things that over the years, i would have completely forgotten if i hadn't started recording them in some way or another. i also know that i have lost huge chunks of my life & memory due to the fact that i either lost or accidentally deleted or purposefully destroyed these kinds of things when i was younger, or in some cases went for long periods of time without doing it at all.
anyway, about the pic:
apparently right before i passed out last night, i was playing with making windlights in SL, and i managed to make one that made the "bath" in my treehouse look even more suspiciously dubious than it already does.
also my graphics were on medium so blah. while my computer needs some serious upgrading before it can handle actually *playing* SL very actively on high/ultra settings, i normally crank it up temporarily when taking screenshots, unless they're totally spontaneous... which i guess this one was...?
also the timestamp on this pic is 11:52pm. in other words,i could have just waited 8 or 9 minutes and it would count as a 365.
Que sarcasmo es pensar que gracias al amor se puede causar odio, hacia uno mismo o hacia los demas.
Las personas tienden a amar a alguien por: necesidad?afecto?ambicion?deseo?
son tantas preguntas y tantas formas de amar pero cuando uno mas lo piensa llega siempre a la misma conclusion: ODIO
Como puede surgir odio atraves del amor?
simple por medio del:
engaño?decepcion?desprecio?poca atencion?
Y la mas importante de todas...La muerte
Cuando una persona amada muere, uno siente la necesidad de venganza,de ahi surge al mayor odio de todos.
"Las personas somos capaces de amar" eso esta claro pero:¿Somos capaces de entender a los que no nos aman?
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+DIOSSS ; Hoy en encontrado , porfin , una pagina de acciones ... Son una pasada , me encantaann! *-*
+Mi dia ha sido demasiado agetreadro ...
You may note a wee bit of sarcasm in some of my expressions. You see, last night I intended to get to bed before 10pm as I have a long day ahead of me today and I am still fighting that upper respiratory crud. Well, as I was sitting on the couch cuddling with a few felines, this big boy started those rhythmic movements that spread to more and more muscles all the way into the abdomen until some prize is unceromonously urped on the carpet. Well, Magnus tends to produce larger amounts of such undesirable fare that causes even Bogart, connoisseur of feline emesis, to turn up his nose. I leapt up quickly from under the felines and grabbed Magnus' collar, racing the two of us to the door. Imagine my relief when the puddle akin to pale roux--with some lump obviously not content to reside in a canine belly splat in the middle of it--landed on the front porch rather than inside our four walls. Phew. I was relieved. I didn't know if more was coming, so I tied Magnus outside for a bit. Magnus, being Magnus, quickly went and wrapped himself around the far tree where the dog run ends. I opted to come back inside for a little while before going out to rescue him. In a matter of about five minutes I peeked out again and Magnus was sitting on the blue dog bed on the porch. He had untangled himself. Thrilled to see me, Magnus smiled (yes, dogs smile) and jumped up wagging his tail. He quickly plopped down by the door. . . yep. Right by the door. Right where I had been so relieved only minutes earlier. And his tail swished back and forth smearing the "roux" from one end of the porch to the other. Oh, great. Our water isn't on outside during winter, so I opted to allow Magnus into the house. We trained him well to sit when at doors, both coming and going. I fought his urge to sit once in the house, blindly grabbing at the towel we use to dry their feet. Poor Cumin was innocently sitting on the towel draped across the railing as I yanked. Thankfully, that table trick of pulling out the tablecloth underneath the setting worked on Cumin. Instead of falling down into the stairwell, Cumin ended up grasping the railing with all claws extended. She succeeded in gaining her balance. Meanwhile, I had to pull Magnus back up and start wiping his back end. Where the towel ended my sleeve began in both directions, so that I successfully wiped "roux" on both my arms and smeared it into his tail and rump. Not quite sure why I thought it would be easier than a bath, I then opted to fill the largest bowl my husband had in the kitchen with soapy water so I could dip Magnus' tail and wash it off. You all can guess where this is going. All over the kitchen floor. Magnus startled once his tail got wet and knocked over the bowl. Poor Kevin came home to a very wet kitchen floor pondering what the horrendous odor lingering in the air could be. Finally, once Kevin was home, I marched Magnus to the bathtub. We washed Magnus' back end and tail without much ado. Then I managed to crawl into bed at 10:55. My husband very kindly cleaned up the mess left behind. Now that is true love. So there may be sarcasm in that title, but not nearly as much sarcasm as truth.
[SOOC, f/1.4, ISO 100, shutter speed 1/500, +4/3 EV]