It’s hard to say goodbye when it’s to someone you loved so much, someone you cared so much for, someone who was so important to your life and your personal dickwad brand.

It’s hard to understand just how much pain and suffering this shall cause.  It’s hard to describe this type of raw emotional loss… like the kind you had when Obama won or the kind you have every time you drive pass a wind power farm.

It’s hard to think of the future without your baby, your pride and joy, your Daddy’s little girl.

It’s hard to move on from something so nurturing, so wonderful… something that was so symbolic of everything you believed in.

It’s hard to sit there and watch as your one true love fades away into the distance, as a cruel horrible enemy crushes her into oblivion, as the evil of another triumphs over your innocent, your sweet, your former love.

Rest in peace, my love.  We will never forget you.

“I will remember you (dooby dum dum dum), Will you remember me? (dooby dum dum dum), Don’t let your life pass you by…. weep not for the memories”

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R.I.P. Hummer ( 1992-2010 )

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(Educate your damn self, read the NY Times article here)

Sometimes, Facebook Ads seem to know you way too well.

And sometimes, they give you a great opportunity to yell out a good ol’ “WTFFFF????” to the internetz.

Now that the most wonderful horrific time of the year is drawing to a close, the Museum invites you on a guided tour of dopplegangers so you know who you can continue to be friends with, who you need to ditch, and whether you are a douche (spoiler: if you put up a doppleganger then you are). No flash photography please, let’s get started.

The “too soon” doppleganger

The “I think I’m a more attractive blonde white girl than I actually am” doppleganger

The “I think I’m classy despite putting up a doppleganger” doppleganger

The “I think I’m funnier than I am” doppleganger

The “Sorry Mom” doppleganger

The “where do I belong” doppleganger

The “I’m a post-op male to female transexual” doppleganger

The “I’m a post-op female to male” doppleganger

The “I’m in denial” doppleganger

The “I’m divorced but looking for companionship on facebook” doppleganger

the “not only am I trying to get my life back, but I’m also topical” doppleganger

The “i was hot in the 80s, now have three kids and a drinking problem” doppleganger

The “i was killed and all I got was my funeral during the superbowl halftime show” doppleganger

The “Yeah, I did meth” doppleganger

oh dopplegangers, you’re so silly

Well it’s about time we see Fox News being a total douchebag to its own GOP party-followers.  Take that, J.D. Hayworth!  Love when Fox News uses the term “Congresswoman” to diss people / Love when Fox News reinforces that women are inferior.

John McCain must be laughing his ass off right now (as Hayworth has just announced that he plans on running against McCain in the Republican primary for his Arizona Senate seat).  Unless McCain himself planned and/or paid for this to happen (wouldn’t put it past em).

P.S. Do yourself the favor of getting to know this Hayworth fella… he’s quite the prick/intolerant idiot himself.  And knowing the American political system in the post-Palin world, he should have a name for himself quite soon.

I don’t think Paris Hilton herself could create a more sexual image than the one above.

The Artifacts of Modernity Online Museum is proud to present to you The Art of Sass, a new exhibit that hopes to bring clarity and understanding to the idea that personal attitudes can be an art form.

Also, this is just really reflective of the personal brand we try to illustrate.

“We just want to make things better.”

Thank you Sandra Bernhard.

(via americanartfag)

It’s been too long since the Museum has recognized the hilarious and out-of-control ridiculous news journalism efforts of The Trentonian.

Note: If the screen on your laptop ever turns black and reads “I can see you, Little Timmy!”, shut it off immediately and run away, far far away.

Also, if anyone has read Page 12, please let us know what they mean by the bottom tag line “Who gets Mommy’s head?”.

Welcome to Chatroulette.  We’ll let the NY Times provide you with some social commentary to get you started:

Nothing can really prepare you for the latest online phenomenon, Chatroulette.

The social Web site, created just three months ago by a 17-year-old Russian named Andrey Ternovskiy, drops you into an unnerving world where you are connected through webcams to a random, fathomless succession of strangers from across the globe. You see them, they see you. You talk to them, they talk to you. Or not. The site, which is gaining thousands of users a day and lately some news coverage, has a faddish feel, but those who study online vagaries see a glimpse into a surreal future, a turn in the direction of the Internet.

Before you rush off to your computer to try Chatroulette, it is only fair to let you know what you’re getting into. Entering Chatroulette is akin to speed-dating tens of thousands of perfect strangers — some clothed, some not.

But Chatroulette opens up so many exciting opportunities for all of us!  Let’s explore some of those now:

Welcome to Chat Roulette, a whole new way to “be anonymous” and mess with people on the internet.

Show off your special talents!

You’ll get to enjoy lots of new and exciting experiences.

Find people who you have lots in common with.

It’s a great way to randomly catch a familiar face.

Who knows, you might just get to flash your favorite tween stars??

Maybe you’ll find someone just as pathetically lonely and bored as you are!

Connect with people that you’ve only heard about but never knew were actually real.

You can make a person’s day, just by giving them a nice ol compliment.

There’s so much to learn about in the world, and what a better way to learn than seeing it for yourself, right on your own laptop?

Have you always wanted eyes in the back of your head?

Well… ta da.

Or, if you’ve always wanted to be mistaken for a robot or technological mishap experiment, ta da for you too.

(via leftoversignals)

Health care in the 2010’s.

(Without thedailywhat, we’d all be helpless/useless/completely lost.)