Glitter Is the Swiss Army Knife of Emotions

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For the past week this Flickr thread, which started off as a post about a T-shirt and gradually devolved into a sparkle-off and Neil Patrick Harris appreciation page, has been the most bedazzlingly ridiculous thread on the Internet. And it just keeps growing. Get your glitter tutorial on (or just head over to Blingee) before heading over. Oh, you may also want to brush up on Godwin's Law first.

Published by Mat Honan

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  1. I’m tempted to be one of those assholes that posts “this isn’t news”. I’m trying to really strain to find the gadgetyness about that thread, unless it’s just abuse of blingee, which I guess is equal to the benny-hillization website- which I did think was funny.

    But I’m also equally tempted to just post “meh”.

  2. Of course, my wife just sent me a picture of some jewelry she made.

    I proceeded to use blingee and sent it back to her.

    DAMN YOU INTERNET MEMES!

  3. Glitter causes autism and mesothelioma.

    Well, it might as well. I detest the freaking shit. Who the hell thought Dirt needed more attention? Who the hell though dust not only needed higher visibility, but a higher degree of stickiness?

    I’m sorry, I haven’t even read the thread or web war being discussed, its just that I have my own Godwins war concerning Glitter. Glitter is my Hitler.

  4. Hmm, interesting, but nothing too different from the stuff we get into everyday on the GTA4 boards on GameFAQs.

  5. Why is it that every site that deals with you uploading some image says this these days – a sort of sweeping “we own your shit” license:

    However, by submitting the User Submissions to Blingee.com, you hereby grant Blingee.com a worldwide, non-exclusive, fully paid-up, royalty-free, irrevocable, perpetual, sublicenseable and transferable license to use, reproduce, distribute, prepare derivative works of, display, perform and otherwise exploit the User Submissions in connection with the Blingee.com Sites and Blingee.com’s (and its successor’s) business, including without limitation for promoting and redistributing part or all of the Blingee.com Sites (and derivative works thereof) in any media formats and through any media channels. You also hereby grant each User of the Blingee.com Sites a non-exclusive license to access your User Submissions through the Site, and to use, reproduce, distribute, prepare derivative works of, display and perform such User Submissions as permitted through the functionality of the Blingee.com Sites and under these Terms of Use,

  6. @ #12:

    While I have absolutely no desire to actually go and read Blingee’s terms of service, the excerpted part is not that bad, really, if one is of a sharing mindset. The “non-exclusive” language is the key: it basically says, “we can do whatever we want with your picture, and so can every person else.” I’d suspectthat the part just before it says the creator can do whatever they want with it as well.

    Now mind you, you have a point that Adobe and Microsoft are not claiming the right to do what they like with every picture you make in Photoshop or ever novella you write in Word, but the language you posted could have been much worse.

  7. The language you posted could have been much worse, but I’m not entirely sure my typing could have been much worse.

  8. That thread is the gift that keeps giving. *spoiler alert* – sparkle potato salad – jeebus, I’m still laffing.

  9. While i liked the article, and the thing it linked to, may i please ask in the future that you’d don’t directly link to images resized *just enough* to make the text mostly illegible, but just legible enough that you sit there straining your eyes trying to read it without resorting to following the original link to find a larger version.

    Minor niggle really, but just annoying enough to be frustrating 😀

  10. Why doesn’t Glittercorn ever brighten things up over here? Does Glittercorn not like us? Teh sobz.

    By the time I got to Hitler’s Glittering Mustache I was literally on the floor.

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