Day: June 8, 2015

There are a lot of social justice warriors out there. That’s not a bad thing most of the time. Although we all have those friends who seem to hop on Facebook hourly to express their righteous rage about some sort of pop controversy, and connect it to their own cause. What we really need these days are social media justice warriors.

I’m not talking about social media “gurus” or “ninjas” or whatever those step-above-interns are calling themselves these days. I’m saying we need to call out the people we follow on social media when they post something dumb or pointless.

If you’re a regular reader, you know that from time to time I like to update all of you fine people on what is and isn’t polite and considerate on social media. Let’s get into the latest batch. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: Food pictures and other things you’re doing wrong on Facebook

If you’ve used the Internet since the early days, back when the closest a .gif got to going viral was being used on Ally McBeal, then it might seem like Internet users are behaving more and more strangely.

As we shift from one meme to the next, there is only one constant in Internet: cats. On the graph we just made up in our heads, the line representing cat-focused content over time extends, unabated, well into the stratosphere. As we’ve transitioned from simpler days of dancing hamsters to rage over elections and wars on animals, cats have been our constant companions as online behavior only becomes unexplainably more angry and unpredictable.

But, maybe, it was the cats all along. Maybe they’ve been giving us all schizophrenia with their horrible pooping ways, and the whole Internet has finally reached the point of being diagnosed.

Bad kitties. No cheeseburgers for you.

If owning Eva Braun’s panties isn’t for you, perhaps you’d like some Nazi hootch.

A restauranteur is claiming to have found secret cellar holding cognac and champagne that belonged to Adolf Hitler and his staff. Silvio Stelzer says that the booze was moved out of Berlin in 1944 for safer storage in a palace in Dresden, and they sat there until now.

We’re not going to judge you for wanting to taste some fancy booze that’s been mellowing for the better part of a century, but the fact that Nazis owned it should affect its taste somehow.