Google did Easter, once, back in 2000. But if you scroll through the list of 'holidays' doodled by Google, you'll notice that, for the most part, (not universally, but the vast majority)the holiday honored is widely considered secular for the country that the doodle displays in.

Why does he sign with fifteen different pens? That seems weird. He just scribbles the same little doodle in the same place. Very odd.

"...as long as they're doing their work, there's nothing wrong with them chatting, looking at themselves in the mirror—as long as they get done by the 'X' amount of time that they have"

Uh yea..."as long as they're doing their work" who gives a flying fuck what the rest of their time is occupied with. As long as it's not inappropriate for school, I don't see a problem with it.

It's the equivalent to saying, even though I get straight A's, and I complete my work on time, I can't doodle in class. Who the fuck cares?

well 5 year olds generally have the capacity to be able to do loads of things im sure in africa u have 5 yr olds walking miles for water granted dosent matter if the kids not traind about certain skills or is in a culture where is not tought till latter it dosent realy matter.

I think the mum is getting sum what over emotional and probably is an emotional person so the kid will end up like that as well.

people seem to think there is a pedophile or suicide bomber waiting around every corner when 99.99999999999% of the time sum-one would just find the kid and help out ( exactly what happened here)

obvously buss driver should have returnd the kid to school , but i bet they have to operate in tight time frames so sometimes things dont work out for all we know it could be a reli nice buss driver that just messed up this one time.

The school cannot say annything for risk of getting sued due to it been yanky doodle land all they can do is just stress the buss driver policy again nothing else realy.

I said in the original thread that I thought it would fail, but also said that I was sure that Apple would prove me wrong as they seem to have been on the mark for a long time.

However.

It does not excite me in the slightest. The first thing that killed it for me was the horrible, horrible look. That enormous bezel, it's so big and chunky... I was hoping for something smooth and sexy and sleek... this ain't that.

So, I continue to lust after the Microsoft Courier be it a real product actually coming or not.

To have a little leather like bound notepad that I can open up and use my fingers and a stylus on just like a notebook, but have all my notes (I have a collection of pads that I've gone through at work with my notes and doodles) in a form I can actually search back through and cross reference and clip and paste things from the world (via its camera), or the web or... well... look, THAT gets me excited, and everyone I've shown that video to gets excited... it serves a tangible, simple purpose to me that nothing else does:

It replaces my physical pen and paper notepad.

And it does so in a way that solves problems I've had for ages:

* Where is that phone number I wrote down (flick, flick, flick... man, how long ago was it I wrote that down?)
* I can only really write in black as I'm not going to lug around many different pens or use one of those four colour doovies
* I can't easily clip and paste in pieces of reference into it
* I can't take my notes easily and transfer them by email


I want, want, want that product... I want that interface... I want it to be real, it actually solves problems I have

Now... the iPad, what does it solve?

Um

Um

Nothing.

It's inventing needs where there aren't any.

And that's why I don't want one.

But if you do... huzzah for the shopkeep... of course, being an Australian now, you're shit out of luck with actually getting any books with it as they refuse to use the open standard for eBooks. Apple continuing to limit options as they always do.

I remember one time in 3rd grade we had to listen to music and draw a picture of the first thing that came to our minds. I drew a duck running to take off of a crocodile's back like a jet would take off of an aircraft carrier. Kids just draw random stuff at that age.

It is kind of weird to me that a picture of jesus on the cross was drawn. I don't think ever in the history of random doodling or conscious attempts at artwork have I ever drawn jesus, jesus on the cross, or anything of religious nature.

Kiddo, I'm sure there's a place who does that kind of thing.

Aren't they doing that here at the Sift?

Get the GIMP, stone up and/or java your jive into a childlike state.

Play with the fonts. Doodle.

You can do it.

Double K Doodle - missed tag opportunity ;-)

>> ^NordlichReiter:
"ANGRY-BOLD-SCRIPTED-RANT."


Three points.

1) Clearly you are more interested in red baiting than actually addressing anything VSfreedomhaters said. I know that you can't stand the fact that Obama is president, but you offer no worthwhile alternatives or solutions. The point is that the so called free market cares not about health care and has no means of understanding the concept of general well-being among human beings. It's a system designed to dole out 'personal liberty' based on class: more liberty to those with a lot of money; less liberty to those without. It's a hypothetical theory that never seems to play out in real life the way it does on Milton Friedman's bio-degrading doodle pad.

2) National health care isn't 'free', it's a publicly funded service, paid for by taxes. A national health care system would be far cheaper than the current American system, which would technically make it closer to being 'free'.

3) I'd love to have someone better, stronger and more willing to spend his political capital in the white house, but as of November 2008, Barack Obama was the only intelligent choice on the ballot, period. I'll see what I can do about getting someone better for the both of us in 2016, but I've only got a single vote's worth of influence, so I'm going to need some help.

Sweet! I was hopeing you were going to jump in on this...

I was thinking of doing a follow up blog so people who didn't participate could be thinking to themselves "aww man they gots cool shit and I didn't". I'm just leaving it up to the individual to see if they want to trade via mail or the internet...I'm doing a little of both depending if someone wants a physical object or not.

I've only done mail art before. But I like where this mail/internet art is going.

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Would that mean paying for postage stamps? I'm so cheap!

I dabble in the doodles, so I'd be interested. We could just, y'know, post it here though, eh?

Neat idea nonetheless.

Would that mean paying for postage stamps? I'm so cheap!

I dabble in the doodles, so I'd be interested. We could just, y'know, post it here though, eh?

Neat idea nonetheless.

Like I said before anything is game. Photography, doodles, objects...heck you can even slap a lable on a toaster. I guess if there isn't a lot of people with this I'll trade with everyone and they can trade with each other as they see fit.

I...don't get it

In england it's oink, moo, cock-a-doodle-doo, oo oo oo oo, and the elephant is just a vague trumpeting noise.

1. I had an ex-boyfriend violently try to kill himself in front of me. It fucked me up and I dropped out of life for about four years. All my friends gave up on trying to get me out of my shell. As of right now, I have no physical friends aside from my family. I beat myself up about shutting everyone out so completely.

2. I also have an ex-boyfriend who is on death row and he's been there for 8 years. He killed some police officers and when they were fleeing, my friend Allen was gunned down.

3. I had a boyfriend who drowned in a lake. I don't like to call him an ex because we never broke up. He died. It's been almost ten years and I still go to his old LiveJournal and read all the entries and cry.

4. I had a terrifying experience in New Orleans when I was 16. It never showed itself to me, but made awful tapping noises all over my hotel room. Whenever I tried to wake up my parents, it would stop. I was so very very scared.. Even typing this now, I have to repress the urge to cry and turn on all my lights. I'm sweating. When I went to sleep that night, I curled against the headboard, with my back out towards the room. I woke up in the morning and took a hot shower and when I turned around, the hot water stung on my back. I looked at my back in the mirror and there were three long scratches spanning diagonally from the tops of my shoulders to my waist. Even though they had obviously bled and scabbed, there was no blood on my shirt or on the bra I had been wearing. That experience really fucked up my religious beliefs. I like to say that I'm a complete atheist, but whenever I say that, I think back to that night and I'm afraid of what an afterlife is and who or what exists in it.

5. I'm leaking breast milk all over my legs right now, but I'm ignoring the mess.

6. Mensa tried to recruit me as a little girl and it freaked me out. They sent so many letters and called to speak to me all the time. They tried to talk to me at school but I was convinced they were some kind of cult. Plus, they wanted me to spend my summer taking classes and doing homework. Crazy fuckers.

7. I had some rare kind of nerve cancer as a teenager and they cut the tumor from my chin when I was 16. The tumor and the consequent surgery left the lower part of my face numb and my lower lip a bit unresponsive. I drool on myself sometimes and when it's pointed out, I vehemently tell them I had cancer. It makes me laugh at how they scramble to apologize.

8. I used to be really into music and I've played with several bands, ranging from rock to jazz to blues to just jamming. I was really into it and I loved performing at dives and all the free beer. No one cards you when you're the band. But after my ex tried to kill himself, I fell out of that world, too. I regret that more than anything. I love music.. Now I just play for me and somehow it's not the same.

9. I play piano, clarinet, alto and soprano recorders[Hey, those are real instruments, too!], cello, violin, guitar, bass, any stringed instrument really, drum kit, hand drums, etc etc. I haven't really found an instrument I couldn't play. I like to sing a lot. My baby loves it when I sing. That pleases me greatly!! He's my number on fan.

10. I was expelled the last semester of my senior year from high school for doodling in my notebook a stick figure with a crude gun pointed at its head. It was accompanied by the sentence "I hate chemistry." The teacher walked by and saw it, seized it and dragged me to the principal. I was arrested for threatening students with a handgun. [My drawing wasn't specific, I mean, it could have been a sawed-off shotgun?? It was more of a sideways L..] I got 9 months of probation and had to get my diploma by correspondence. It was hilarious and fucked up all at the same time.

11. I had a neighbor freak out on cocaine and whatever else that guy was on. He came over and kept my roommates and I hostage and screamed at us about "sounding out" at night. He also put my roommate's Diamonda Galas CD on and played it full volume. That's what got the police there. Thank God for Diamonda's screeching voice or my other neighbor's wouldn't have called the cops. He also tried to strangle our cat. When the police finally busted down the back door, he was screaming about how he would kill us all. The cops took him to the ground and he told them he was the mayor and they would be fired. Heh.

12. I've been the victim of rape many times. I wonder sometimes if I have an aura that tells people it's ok to hurt me like that..

13. When my baby cried for almost 7 hours straight, I honestly contemplated smothering him. I feel evil because of that.

14. I had a college reading level by fourth grade and teachers would get upset that I wanted to read during recess. I read the same books as my mother and father and of course, some had "questionable" content. Whenever they confiscated one of my books, my dad would get royally pissed and scream at them over the phone. I still love to read. I read compulsively. I read all the labels of everything I buy just because. When I take a shit, if there's nothing to read, I read the back of the shampoo or whatever is close by. To my utter shame, I have read harlequin romance novels. I'll read anything within arms reach, even if it's utter shite. I really love a good book, though. Don't get me wrong!

15. I won a national short story contest for children when I was 12. The story was about a demon who disemboweled hapless victims during one cold winter night. I only really remember one part where the entrails steamed in the snow. What the fuck was wrong with those judges??

16. I talk way, way too much.

17. I have CPS involved in my life because I tested positive in my urine for marijuana when I went to the hospital to deliver my son. I hadn't smoked pot in almost six months. The CPS people call me a liar, but I'm not fucking lying. I read that pot can sometimes be detected up to 90 days after, but it had been twice that. Now I have to go to counseling twice a week for 6 months and they randomly drop by and drug test. They assess my whole house each time and write it up when I don't do the goddamn dishes. I hate CPS. Where were they when I was being abused as a child? Why didn't they care about rape and physical abuse? They ignored me when I begged for help..

18. I'm often way too candid.

19. I hold a grudge like a mother fucker. I try very very hard not to hate certain people. But I often fail.

20. I really love VideoSift. I used to be really into IRC. I have a long history of communicating and making friends over the internet. But the Sift is my favorite. I stopped for a long time and it was really hard not to come here and browse. I would find myself absent-mindedly typing the url. Oi.

21. I'm really into Facebook. It's the only way I talk to my estranged family and friends.

22. I love music, if you can't tell by the stuff I sift. Any and all types of music, except for bad music. Har har. Farhad's queue is one of my favorite places to peruse.

23. When I bare my soul to people, it never ever turns out right.

24. I tend to over-punctuate!!@!!!@1!!11!1!@!111one

25. I love to smile and be cheerful. I find humor in even the most dire of tragedies and I often get flack from that. People don't understand it, I guess.

He's the one putting words in people's mouths and saying that he knows what they're thinking. I'm just calling him out on his BS. "If he's using your definitions what are you upset about?" That doesn't make any sense. He's not using my definitions. He's using HIS definitions. He's the one saying that the mass of protesters are 'right wing' when they aren't. He's the one saying they are 'tolerating' the racists, and he can't possibly know diddly-squat-doodle about what the general mass of protesters are thinking & feeling. He's created a bunch of definitions that he is using to frame the events, and he is the only person who accepts them. By pure basic common sense he isn't using my definitions, the general publics defintions, or anyone else's definitions except his own idiomatic ones. That's why his entire line of commentary is complete sophistry.