The last time I posted Disney characters from an alternate universe, we looked at Disney Princesses that weren’t exactly damsels in distress. Now, we take a look at more classic Disney characters going bad. Take a look below, and be warned, it’s not for the faint of heart…sorta.
To check out the rest of the pictures, check out the full gallery at imgur, and big thanks to Jovo for the tip!
Facebook might have changed something about your profile without you even noticing. Lifehacker gives the details on Facebook’s sneaky move.
Facebook launched its own email service back in 2010, which was promptly forgotten by everyone. This morning, Forbes noticed that they removed everyone’s email addresses from their profiles, replacing them with an
@facebook.comemail address instead (not Facebook’s internal email address which they use for notifications and password resets, just the one listed on your profile). Luckily, it’s easy to get your old email address back on your profile:
- Click “About” on your profile and scroll down to your email address. Click “Edit” to change them.
- Click on the circle next to your Facebook email address and change its setting to “Hidden From Timeline”.
- Click on the circle next to your other email addresses and change their settings to “Shown On Timeline”.
- Click the Save button at the bottom of the Edit popup (Don’t forget this step).
If people primarily got your email address through your Facebook profile, following these steps is something you might want to do. Even if it doesn’t bother you, feel free to spread this around in case you have friends that might disapprove of this.
What do you think of Facebook’s stealthy change?
Checking into AldyWaldy.com’s analytics page and tried to find out more about my amazing readers. Where are you from?
Advertising can be annoying and pretty obtrusive, so when it’s done right, it’s a pleasant surprise. Check out the ad below, where an electric Chevy has something to tell its parents.
via fyeahadvertising
In an ideal world, each superhero to hit the big screen would get the same amount of time on screen, especially with a movie as huge as The Avengers. However, this is not an ideal world, so there are some differences Hypable pointed out in the screen time each Avenger got during the movie. Who do you think got the most?
Captain America: 37:42
Iron Man: 37:01
Black Widow: 33:35
Bruce Banner: 28:03
Thor: 25:52
Hawkeye: 12:44
The tally, conducted by entertainment website, Vulture, shows quite a difference in time from Captain America to Hawkeye. Could there be inequality among The Avengers? And it leaves one question to ask: Would there be more equality in The Justice League?
Thanks, folks, I’ll be here all week.
While I appreciate that most Sundays are days off from whatever else we have going on in life, I never could fully enjoy it, knowing that Monday was mere hours away. Chelsea Fagan gives an excellent explanation on why Sunday, ultimately, is evil.
There are those who often wax poetic about the comforting easiness of Sundays. There are songs about it, poems about it, and I’m sure even a book or two about it (aside from The Bible, which clearly doesn’t emphasize the carefree fun often associated with this seventh day). And while there are those who aim to market Sunday as the cherry on top of a week-long cake, I’m not falling victim to the calendar’s clever PR team. I’m aware of how mediocre, even depressing this day is, and I can’t recall one in recent memory that wasn’t at least somewhat marred by its unfortunate position between the Day of Drinking and The First Day of Work.
First things first, how many Sundays are spent hungover? And I’m talking about the kind that, when you wake up, immediately makes you question whether or not you actually died the night before of alcohol poisoning and are in some kind of purgatory, cleansing yourself with pain before you can join the Land of the Dead. These are the states of mind we often find ourselves on Sunday mornings, and there is no buffer day between us and the work week — we are going to have to spend the entire day recovering and eating Hot Fries just to get back to a semi-functional state for the drudgery ahead. It’s not like Saturday, where if you wake up and feel kind of iffy, you can recover over the day and still enjoy a fruitful weekend evening. If you are responsible enough with your Saturday evening after you come back to full life, you can even enjoy a fulfilling brunch the next day with all of your senses intact and your wits about you.
Read more on why Sundays suck over at Thought Catalog.
Despite critic reviews that were less than what Pixar is used to, their latest movie, Brave, did very well at the box office this weekend. So, after this, exactly how many No. 1 movies does Pixar have under its belt?
“Brave” didn’t receive the type of critical response that Pixar is used to, but audiences don’t seem to care. The animated family adventure earned $24.5 million on Friday night, putting it on track for $66 million or more by Sunday night. That gives Pixar its 13th straight number one film at the box office.
At this point, I feel like no matter what the critics say, Pixar will always own the box office every time another of their movies comes out.
Have you seen Brave yet?
The 90s was a great time filled with great things that I can’t think about without getting too nostalgic. The 90s also made us think that certain things and events were going to happen, but never did (anyone remember Y2K?) Just like they always do, Thought Catalog has created a list of 5 things that the 90s promised but never delivered.
Caffeine pills were the ultimate choice drug TV trope. These worse-than heroin pills caused so many good television characters (i.e. Jessie fromSaved By The Bell) a life of horror. I remember watching Saved By The Bell as a kid and specifically asking my parents how dangerous/available caffeine pills were. They kindly (and oddly enough) responded that they were very easy to buy and should never be messed with. Pretty strange, as my mother was — and still is — a four-cup-a-day coffee baron. Alas, as the 90s generation grew up, drugs grew along with it; kids starting turning to harder stuff… you know, drugs that actually work, like crystal meth and, eventually, bath salts.
I was assured — no, promised — that, by the time I reached 18, I’d be writing in cursive. Guess what never happened: by age 18, I was writing in cursive. Curse every teacher who forced cursive upon me. Do you know how long I wrongly assumed that all adults write in cursive? Want to take a guess as to how many adults I know who regularly write in cursive? Zero. Coupled with forcing us to use cursive to spell complicated words like “zoetrope” or “centimeters,” my hand became close to crippled by the time I was 11.
To check out the rest of the list, be sure to read the full post by Jeremy Glass at Thought Catalog.
Yesterday, I posted a picture of a tweet Obama sent encouraging people to check out LGBT Pride events. The tweets continue as Obama just tweeted a picture from an actual Pride event. Pretty cool!
via Twitter
