Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Generation Y Arf!


Genaration Y by Femke Hiemstra

Damp free by Femke Hiemstra


Mr Macabre by Femke Hiemstra

Bonne Bouche by Femke Hiemstra


Lucky The Cat by Femke Hiemstra


Heartbroken by Femke Hiemstra

9 comments:

Ogg the Caveman said...

The number two has two meanings. It is the number of times I've mursted this morning. It is also the first digit in 2759.

Akubi said...

2 also represents the number of times Prophet Yahweh had to pawn his HD camera. Itsallgood now that he has his New UFO Orientation Summoning Home Office. Too bad the comments don't work on his blog or it could be quite fun.

Ogg the Caveman said...

Did he ever get his laptop back?

Akubi said...

@Ogg,
Yes, 2 also represents the number of times he pawned his laptop.

Anonymous said...

Hi akubi,

You find the most interesting pictures.

Akubi said...

The dog's face in Mr. Macabre reminded me of Akubi.
I thought this was interesting and the feminist essay Amanda references is almost comical in its extremism.

Anonymous said...

I don't dislike Billary because she is a woman, I dislike her because she is Hillary Clinton. My gubbermint hates me. They give welfare to illegals and I get nothing. The time will come when my gubbermint will ask me to do something for them, and I will laugh in their faces.

Anonymous said...

A blurb from RP @ FSU

Akubi said...

I don't dislike Billary because she is a woman, I dislike her because she is Hillary Clinton. I know it's an absurd assumption to make. It reminds me of my stepdad telling my mom she should for HRC because she's a woman.
In completely unrelated news, I though this post accurately described some places I've worked.
I spent several years in a team that advised a large international manufacturing company on their software-purchasing strategy. It always amazed me how far the software companies misunderstood our core requirements, but never really took the time to find out what they really were. All their information about us was gleaned from their own non-technical sales force whose scientific knowledge stopped short of ruling out the existence of fairies. And even these guys talked only to our senior management who understood nothing of the details of what went on in their empires, but were happy to bluff their way through in return for a hearty lobster lunch. The technically minded subclass who actually understood the business processes and the technical details of product development were treated with general contempt. They were usually kept concealed from visitors due, it is said, to their bad-tempered candour and their propensity for blurting out embarrassing details of management mistakes...