Still better than a photo, but… still not the best way to introduce yourself to anyone.
The best description I read for photobombing was “any photo where the main subject is unintentionally upstaged”. Of course, it’s not always unintentional and those photos can be funny too. But, the funniest are those where someone didn’t look behind them before taking a self photo. Or, the person taking the photo (of someone else) didn’t pay attention to the background or just chose to take the photo in spite of someone behind the main subject of the photo.
Is a photo spoiled by a photo bomb or is it just all the more sincere and silly? Of course, that’s in the eye of the beholder and depends on the pride of the main subject. Can they see the humour or do they feel upset? I wouldn’t like someone being intentionally rude in the background but something kind of clever or silly I would at least try to get over and laugh about. It’s not easy to give up the limelight if you are upstaged, but it can be done.
Some PhotoBombing History
One of the first famous photobombers (if not the first) was Rollen Stewart, AKA “The Rainbow Man” who became a pop culture phenomenon in the late 70’s and early 80’s by wearing a rainbow-colored afro wig, while holding up signs reading “John 3:16” at sporting events nationwide.
From Know Your Meme: Photo Bombing
Later in life Rollen Stewart ended up going a bit too mad over the photobombing sort of behaviour. He is in prison for attacking prominent places and people and then keeping a hotel maid held hostage. A bit overboard and beyond the realm of college prank sort of stuff.
Photo Bombing Links and Resources
- Photobomb | Tumblr
- This is Photobomb
- Flickr: Photobombers
- Flickr: Photo Bomb
- The Funniest Photobombs, Ever (Photos)
- Photojackers (Photobombs) | Funniest Place
- What is a Photo Bomb?
- Are You a Photobomber? – Quiz | ChaCha
- Sloth photobombs photo | Mail Online
- The Strangest and Most Wonderful Photobomb You’ve Ever Seen
Found this on an abandoned blog:
A popular motivational speaker was entertaining his Audience. He Said: “The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn’t my wife!”.The audience was in silence and shock. The speaker added: “And that woman was my mother!”
Laughter and Applause!!!
A week later, a top manager trained by the Motivational speaker tried to crack this very effective joke At home. He was a bit foggy after a drink. He said loudly to His wife who was preparing dinner, “The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who was not my Wife!”
The wife went; “ahhhh!” with shock and rage.
Standing there for 20 seconds trying to recall the second Half of the joke, the manager finally blurted out “…and I can’t remember who she was!”
By the time the manager regained his consciousness, he was on a hospital bed nursing burns from boiling water.
Moral of the story…
Don’t Copy if you can’t PASTE
I posted this to a discussion on. They were asking about other writers you like to read, in the same genre.
I’ve read every book in Kelley Armstrong’s series, just not the latest cause I wait for it to come out in paperback.
I also like Kresley Cole, still looking for a couple of those in secondhand shops. I like Sherrilyn Kenyon’s series but started getting worn out on them.
Others I like are:
Annette Blair – A Witch series with sisters and friends.
Stephanie Rowe – Seems to have stopped writing.
Rachel Vincent – Writes about werecats but has the action and dark side too.
Not all of them are dark. I like paranormal romance with humour and a light side too.
The newest I found is Natasha Rhodes. She only has a couple out so far but they are very good and quite dark.
The nice grrl curse, another one, is that you can be so angry inside of yourself and keep it all trapped in there cause it’s not polite to spew and besides you know no one really wants to listen to all that stuff anyway. But there it is, boiling and bubbling and just wanting to find a teeny crack somewhere to blow up like steam from a tea kettle. But I blocked all the cracks a long time ago. When you’re nice you aren’t allowed to be angry. Others are, just not you – the nice one, the oldest one and all that blabberwort.
I think it’s what makes me barely sane at the best of times. Just holding all that rage inside and not letting it seep out. It’s not easy.
I do have a minor vicious streak though. Thank whatever for black humour. It gives you the option of being evil and yet laughing about it like you’re just kidding even when I know I’m not. Well, half kidding take it or leave it.
Why can’t I have magical laser vision and send a beam of light out to cut down the men who tick me off? Think how simple that would be. Quick too. Not quite bloodless and yet not hugely bloody. Kind of tidy as a way of killing off the population of men. Only those who can’t behave like human beings which seems to be a lot of them. Most of those who engage in online dating. So much lies and bull. So much talking through their penis. Just cut the damn thing off so we can talk like adults.
I don’t think I ever will find someone to get old with. That really sucks cause I spent so many years becoming the perfect growing old with person. I read all the right magazines. I always come out on top on those relationship quizzes. So were did it all go wrong. It’s so unfair. I don’t think I ever really had a chance.
Men suck. In general.
I should be working on a fixer upper template or adding titles to my new batch of photos on Flickr but I’m not. I did catch up on some things, including reading a few of the blogs I especially like. Still several more to read. I also found a new one to visit, That Canadian Girl.
Getting to work on the template. I had an interesting suspect but the Flock browser had a melt down and the download died a horrible death.
We had a drive on Monday/ Tuesday, heading in the direction of Kincardine, Ontario and wandering around on the way there and back. One town (I don’t remember which) had a little side garden with a sign like a tombstone in the plants. It said, “Here lies the last dog who crapped on our lawn.” I thought it was clever and it appealed to my sense of humour. It may seem nasty to the dog lovers… I’m just not one of them.
Blog Talkers: Joke. What is a joke to you? What do you find funny? Do you appreciate a good practical joke, or do you think practical jokes are cruel? What is the best joke you’ve ever played on someone. What is the best joke you’ve ever heard?
To me a joke is something that makes you laugh. Not everyone laughs out loud, even a soft secret laugh is a big deal for some people. Just as big as a belly laugh that floods the room with sound from someone else.
I laugh at something clever, something real like day to day things that happen to everyone. Finding humour in the ordinary is a real skill. Bringing a new slant to the ordinary is always great.
Practical jokes are a little cruel. It all depends on how everyone reacts after the punchline. It’s not funny if someone is put on the spot of pretending they’re laughing on the outside and not hurt on the inside. It’s not really funny to pick on someone else. It’s also far too easy.
I don’t remember jokes. I guess when it comes to jokes and humour I just live in the moment.