Maybe it’s because the holidays put me in a melancholy mood. Maybe because I’m again staring down the barrel of six bleak months of winter. Whatever the cause, I can’t help but read lolcats these days without glimpsing the heartache of the human condition.
In a piece a few weeks ago in Salon, Jay Dixit articulated it perfectly, when he wrote, “This is all funny stuff. But I submit that the true genius of lolcats lies in their tragedy.”
Lolcats, if you don’t know, is a web site and internet phenomenon that combines a photo of a cat with a funny, idiosyncratic caption in broken English—a sort of dialect known as “lolspeak,” “kitteh,” or “kitty pidgin,” which parodies the poor grammar and spelling of Internet slang.
The name “lolcat” is a compound of the phrase “LOL” and “cat.” It’s simple, it’s goofy, and it’s stuffed full of references and self-references. Sometimes even I don’t get it. And I spend a lot of time online.
Its flagship site, Icanhascheezburger.com, will top a billion page views this year, and all of its photos and captions are submitted entirely by its fans. Readers upload thousands of home-rolled captioned photos every day, and six or eight of them are posted on the site. Last month, Gotham Books published the coffee table book, “I Can Has Cheezburger,” which helps to deconstruct some of the lolcat culture and lore.
I’m not much of a fan of cats, but still I check in with the felines on lolcats almost daily. It’s a quick pit stop. It’s often hilarious.
In words, I tried to explain how funny some of it is, but I ended up sounding like my stoner friend Ross from college, who would get baked and then launch into a maddeningly complex story that looped around and back on itself, sprinkled liberally with verbal footnotes: “I knew this guy… Well, I didn’t really know him, I knew his sister, and she was more like a friend of a friend. Actually, you know her… remember that dude from that sociology class, freshmen year? Okay, not him, but that guy who sat next to him….? I think. Uh… wait. No, not him…”
Anyway, this is one of those times when a picture really is worth 1,000 (otherwise convoluted) words:
Like I said, maybe it’s my mood, which lately has been colored a shade of funk.
But like Dixit, I’ve been seeing a lot of the human heart in the cats lately: a reflection rendered in fur and four paws of our own aches, fears, desires. For cheeseburgers: The site was launched on the premise of a cat intent on grasping the Holy Grail of the “cheezburger.” But for so much more, too: love, fulfillment, belonging, fortune and glory, all of the very things that lurk in our heart of hearts.
“[What’s] funny is what’s sad,” Dixit writes. “My favorite lolcats are not the rapscallions pining for ‘cheezburgers’… but rather a brilliant and underappreciated subgenre of sad lolcats — tragic figures of grief, yearning and unrequited love.” Like this:
And finally, from the spinoff Walrus “lolrus” page:
The world can be a harsh place, the animals say.
Love is patient, love is kind, love is never envious or arrogant with pride, and all that.
But love, maybe a little like the holidays, makes you vulnerable to all kinds of sadness and heartache. Paradoxically, love stinks, as the cats and J. Geils and I guess most of us know.
There’s an empty seat at the Thanksgiving table where someone used to sit, or might have. There’s an empty place beside you in the lamplight, where you thought you’d have a friend. There’s always the threat that love will disappear, and sometimes, it does.
And as for that walrus in the pool, I guess that’s something else entirely: the stuff lurking beneath the surface of the water, the stuff that fixed the panic in his button eyes, the stuff that brushes against your leg in a dark pond, well… that’s just creepy.
Omg, great article. I love that site, but think that the appeal is equal parts humor and tragedy.
Omg, great article. I love that site, but think that the appeal is equal parts humor and tragedy.
You know one good way to rid some of the sadness in the world? Making others laugh with you rather than cry. Thanks LOLann.
You know one good way to rid some of the sadness in the world? Making others laugh with you rather than cry. Thanks LOLann.
I can haz hooman inturakchun wif ann…
kthxbai.
I can haz hooman inturakchun wif ann…
kthxbai.
I don’t think I’ve ever looked at the LOLCats from that perspective before. I try to just have a good laugh at the funny photos that go so well with the captions, but I can see (in some of the pictures) where you’re coming from. Is there a spinoff LOLDogs site?
I don’t think I’ve ever looked at the LOLCats from that perspective before. I try to just have a good laugh at the funny photos that go so well with the captions, but I can see (in some of the pictures) where you’re coming from. Is there a spinoff LOLDogs site?
Testimony to man’s creativity and imagination. It is a hilarious site and I love that the content is reader created. The beauty is that different images really appeal to different people. “The Dog looks pissed” is IMHO, priceless.
Testimony to man’s creativity and imagination. It is a hilarious site and I love that the content is reader created. The beauty is that different images really appeal to different people. “The Dog looks pissed” is IMHO, priceless.
I hate lolcats. I loathe them. I detest the dumbed down language that accompanies them.
But I LOVE this post.
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen anything of value in lolcats.
Thanks for posting it.
I hate lolcats. I loathe them. I detest the dumbed down language that accompanies them.
But I LOVE this post.
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen anything of value in lolcats.
Thanks for posting it.
on the floor, seriously. I needed this post, at exactly this time.
thanks,
Deb
on the floor, seriously. I needed this post, at exactly this time.
thanks,
Deb
@mldina Are you kidding? Of course there’s a LOLdogs…
http://ihasahotdog.com/
I kind of like LOLprez (or whatever they call it), too:
http://punditkitchen.com/
Thanks for the feedback, all.
@mldina Are you kidding? Of course there’s a LOLdogs…
http://ihasahotdog.com/
I kind of like LOLprez (or whatever they call it), too:
http://punditkitchen.com/
Thanks for the feedback, all.
I love Lolcats for exactly the same reasons. Animals are sooo expressive, funny, sad all at once!
I love Lolcats for exactly the same reasons. Animals are sooo expressive, funny, sad all at once!
True Genius post — I detest LOLcats and yet, here you are, showing me the thing of value in them. Thank you, and thank you again.
True Genius post — I detest LOLcats and yet, here you are, showing me the thing of value in them. Thank you, and thank you again.
Okay – I admit that I had seen random shots from this site and never took the time to explore or break it down…still not sold on the site…but, as always, sold on your writing and insights…
Okay – I admit that I had seen random shots from this site and never took the time to explore or break it down…still not sold on the site…but, as always, sold on your writing and insights…
Ann, u r friggin’ amazing. (Sorry, my best attempt at ICAN talk.) To see past the seeming silliness to the real emotion being expressed, then to articulate it so eloquently. Nice.
But, now that I’ve read this post, I’m all in a funk too. I was really trying to hold it in, all this holiday melancholy, but your post pushed the wrong button and now it’s all gushing out.
Ever since my divorce in 2004, I’ve hated the holidays because all they do is serve as a ragged edge sharp reminder that my two sons have no place to call home. Oh, there’s mom’s place and dad’s place, but no longer “our” place. And the brief visit I get with them for a few hours on Thanksgiving or Christmas can in no way salve the harsh truth that things are not like they were supposed to be.
I’m sad. I miss my sons. I can’t fix what’s broken. I hope January will soon arrive.
You know the thing is more than ever, now people crave for humor, comfort and a sense of belonging. I categorize icanhascheeseburger in the comfort website bucket. I dont go there often, but when I do its to replace my mac and cheese.
Ann, u r friggin’ amazing. (Sorry, my best attempt at ICAN talk.) To see past the seeming silliness to the real emotion being expressed, then to articulate it so eloquently. Nice.
But, now that I’ve read this post, I’m all in a funk too. I was really trying to hold it in, all this holiday melancholy, but your post pushed the wrong button and now it’s all gushing out.
Ever since my divorce in 2004, I’ve hated the holidays because all they do is serve as a ragged edge sharp reminder that my two sons have no place to call home. Oh, there’s mom’s place and dad’s place, but no longer “our” place. And the brief visit I get with them for a few hours on Thanksgiving or Christmas can in no way salve the harsh truth that things are not like they were supposed to be.
I’m sad. I miss my sons. I can’t fix what’s broken. I hope January will soon arrive.
You know the thing is more than ever, now people crave for humor, comfort and a sense of belonging. I categorize icanhascheeseburger in the comfort website bucket. I dont go there often, but when I do its to replace my mac and cheese.
Annie,
Girl, you are far too down in the dumps if you are laughing at cats. It’s a dog’s world woman! SNAP out of it!
Don’t you realize how wrong this is? The thing about cats is they will NEVER love you back. It is all about them… they’re just manipulating you… step away from the LOLcats. 😉
I did laugh. Dangit. I confess. I did. Actually, I’m beginning to wonder about the superiority of dogs to cats. Maggie (our lab) swiped our Turkey Carcass from a not-so-strategic place Thursday night. (Read: Hubby left it out).
She managed to sneak it into the back yard for intermittent snacking. She didn’t get legs or carcass bones, SOMEHOW…but we have been watching her aggressively to make sure she’s okay.
We have seen her through one bout of montezuma’s revenge (which commenced ACROSS the floor of MY OFFICE!) and four days of THE most foul, horrid, death plague, rotten egg smelling, turkey tainte, leave the room gagging farts on the planet.
Sadly, my former scared-of-her-own-farts chief morale officer has been summarily BANNED from my home office. Chem Dry is coming to the rescue for the floor. A cat is looking mighty good right now but I should feel differently in the morning.
LOVE YOU, you amazing writer!
Just remember, you have friends. LOTS of them. And widon tawk like dis or caz athsma.
Loved your description of Ross – and the post…
Annie,
Girl, you are far too down in the dumps if you are laughing at cats. It’s a dog’s world woman! SNAP out of it!
Don’t you realize how wrong this is? The thing about cats is they will NEVER love you back. It is all about them… they’re just manipulating you… step away from the LOLcats. 😉
I did laugh. Dangit. I confess. I did. Actually, I’m beginning to wonder about the superiority of dogs to cats. Maggie (our lab) swiped our Turkey Carcass from a not-so-strategic place Thursday night. (Read: Hubby left it out).
She managed to sneak it into the back yard for intermittent snacking. She didn’t get legs or carcass bones, SOMEHOW…but we have been watching her aggressively to make sure she’s okay.
We have seen her through one bout of montezuma’s revenge (which commenced ACROSS the floor of MY OFFICE!) and four days of THE most foul, horrid, death plague, rotten egg smelling, turkey tainte, leave the room gagging farts on the planet.
Sadly, my former scared-of-her-own-farts chief morale officer has been summarily BANNED from my home office. Chem Dry is coming to the rescue for the floor. A cat is looking mighty good right now but I should feel differently in the morning.
LOVE YOU, you amazing writer!
Just remember, you have friends. LOTS of them. And widon tawk like dis or caz athsma.
Loved your description of Ross – and the post…
I have never seen LOLcats before, Annster. Most of that site looks like stupid crap, but you have shown us some of the FUNNIEST specimens. I’m dyin’ here.
I try not to let the holidays bum me out, so instead I concentrate on keeping some magic in it for 10-year-old Kinsey. That helps balance out the uneasy discomfort of having to spend time with relatives who actually care very little about each other. (If they ask me one more time, “What exactly is it you do again, Shelley?” I swear I’ll tell them I’m a prostitute.)
I have never seen LOLcats before, Annster. Most of that site looks like stupid crap, but you have shown us some of the FUNNIEST specimens. I’m dyin’ here.
I try not to let the holidays bum me out, so instead I concentrate on keeping some magic in it for 10-year-old Kinsey. That helps balance out the uneasy discomfort of having to spend time with relatives who actually care very little about each other. (If they ask me one more time, “What exactly is it you do again, Shelley?” I swear I’ll tell them I’m a prostitute.)
As always, the comments here are richer than the post itself. At least for me. Thanks, everyone.
I think the holiday thing is just a little overblown. Or possibly I’ve watched too many Hollywood movies and have unrealistic expectations. That might be it, too. ; ) Thanks for snapping me out of THAT, Leigh…
Hugs to you, Paul. Thank you for your honesty. Is it January yet? kthxbai
And Shelley: I always get requests to fix hardware, because “I work in computers.” riiiiiighhttt…..
As always, the comments here are richer than the post itself. At least for me. Thanks, everyone.
I think the holiday thing is just a little overblown. Or possibly I’ve watched too many Hollywood movies and have unrealistic expectations. That might be it, too. ; ) Thanks for snapping me out of THAT, Leigh…
Hugs to you, Paul. Thank you for your honesty. Is it January yet? kthxbai
And Shelley: I always get requests to fix hardware, because “I work in computers.” riiiiiighhttt…..
I love LOLs. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s like getting stung by bees, get stung often enough and you start to have an unreasonable reaction.
I love LOLs. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s like getting stung by bees, get stung often enough and you start to have an unreasonable reaction.
You are such a great storyteller, Ann! But that is exactly what draws us to lolcats … it is the space between what we see before our eyes and the short word stories that let us enter a different world.
That’s what it is like here … Ann’s world. And when you share this with everyone, it reminds us of our own lives, our own tragedies and triumphs. And in that gift, the space between us all shrinks just a little bit more 😉
You are such a great storyteller, Ann! But that is exactly what draws us to lolcats … it is the space between what we see before our eyes and the short word stories that let us enter a different world.
That’s what it is like here … Ann’s world. And when you share this with everyone, it reminds us of our own lives, our own tragedies and triumphs. And in that gift, the space between us all shrinks just a little bit more 😉
At first I thought you were making this up. Swear to god.
These lolcat people kind of scare me.
At first I thought you were making this up. Swear to god.
These lolcat people kind of scare me.
I love that site! While I do like the cheezburger pics, I agree it is the ones that have more feeling and depth to it that I’m most drawn to.
I love that site! While I do like the cheezburger pics, I agree it is the ones that have more feeling and depth to it that I’m most drawn to.
Ann,
Once again, you use humour as a direct connector between you and us, at least me, to deeper emotions. It acts like a “magic opener”. You give to see beauty, in you (so much!) and us. Did you ever think about becoming a dentist?? !
Ann,
Once again, you use humour as a direct connector between you and us, at least me, to deeper emotions. It acts like a “magic opener”. You give to see beauty, in you (so much!) and us. Did you ever think about becoming a dentist?? !
As a recovering social worker, I can tell you that the holidays were our biggest nightmare. Suicide, child abuse, domestic violence, all of it skyrocketed starting in late November. And you want to know why? Because people watch Miracle on 34th Street like its a documentary. They stare longinly at the pictures on Christmas cards and believe that those families are real. (You know the ones with the glistening perfectly browned turkeys and smiling grandmas and adoring siblings.) Now I realize that I should be using this space to tell Ann that her post was brilliant (and it was) but instead I am going to give in to my social worker compulsion to save everyone from holiday hell.
Please, I beg all of you who get depressed this time of year to listen to me carefully.
1. I promise you, cross my heart, that not one of those families are real. Not the ones on cards, not the ones in movies and not the ones in Touched by an Angel. They are fake. They are airbrushed just like the models with no cellulite. To compare your life to theirs and come up wanting is like measuring your swimming skills against a mermaid. Say it with me “THEY ARE NOT REAL.” These are manufactured images designed to make me go buy more stuff to try to reach a nirvana that does not exist. I promise.
2. Tell everyone and I mean everyone in your life that in an effort to reduce your carbon footprint or to do your part against the recession, you are ONLY accepting donations of catfood/dogfood to the local animal shelter as gifts this year. NO exceptions. Do you know how good it feels to have the shelter send you a thank you card for fifty pounds of dry catfood sent in your name? You’ll be wishing Christmas was every month.
3. You must rage against the dying light. Hold a
hawaiian luau party. Throw a Mexican fiesta. Have a party where everyone has to wear a bridesmaid dress so that they can get a second use out of that peach cobbler fluff pair of shoes. Call it the “Anti Christmas Christmas Party” and you will be shocked at the number of people who show up at your house and wont leave. They hate Christas too.
4.Do NOT let hallmark or any other corporate entity manipulate your emotions. Every time you see one of those commercials, cards, pictures, etc.. just repeat the words of Emerson outloud “That is TOTAL bullshit, most people live lives of quiet desperation.” (loose quote)
4. Winter is sad, summer is not. Go right now to the tanning bed and throw caution to the wind. Get some wrinkles. Trust me, it’s just not possible to be depressed with a tan.
I could go on but I accept that this is a comment section and I have overstepped my boundaries.
Anne, you made us laugh and that is the ultimate weapon against the holidays. Good job.
As a recovering social worker, I can tell you that the holidays were our biggest nightmare. Suicide, child abuse, domestic violence, all of it skyrocketed starting in late November. And you want to know why? Because people watch Miracle on 34th Street like its a documentary. They stare longinly at the pictures on Christmas cards and believe that those families are real. (You know the ones with the glistening perfectly browned turkeys and smiling grandmas and adoring siblings.) Now I realize that I should be using this space to tell Ann that her post was brilliant (and it was) but instead I am going to give in to my social worker compulsion to save everyone from holiday hell.
Please, I beg all of you who get depressed this time of year to listen to me carefully.
1. I promise you, cross my heart, that not one of those families are real. Not the ones on cards, not the ones in movies and not the ones in Touched by an Angel. They are fake. They are airbrushed just like the models with no cellulite. To compare your life to theirs and come up wanting is like measuring your swimming skills against a mermaid. Say it with me “THEY ARE NOT REAL.” These are manufactured images designed to make me go buy more stuff to try to reach a nirvana that does not exist. I promise.
2. Tell everyone and I mean everyone in your life that in an effort to reduce your carbon footprint or to do your part against the recession, you are ONLY accepting donations of catfood/dogfood to the local animal shelter as gifts this year. NO exceptions. Do you know how good it feels to have the shelter send you a thank you card for fifty pounds of dry catfood sent in your name? You’ll be wishing Christmas was every month.
3. You must rage against the dying light. Hold a
hawaiian luau party. Throw a Mexican fiesta. Have a party where everyone has to wear a bridesmaid dress so that they can get a second use out of that peach cobbler fluff pair of shoes. Call it the “Anti Christmas Christmas Party” and you will be shocked at the number of people who show up at your house and wont leave. They hate Christas too.
4.Do NOT let hallmark or any other corporate entity manipulate your emotions. Every time you see one of those commercials, cards, pictures, etc.. just repeat the words of Emerson outloud “That is TOTAL bullshit, most people live lives of quiet desperation.” (loose quote)
4. Winter is sad, summer is not. Go right now to the tanning bed and throw caution to the wind. Get some wrinkles. Trust me, it’s just not possible to be depressed with a tan.
I could go on but I accept that this is a comment section and I have overstepped my boundaries.
Anne, you made us laugh and that is the ultimate weapon against the holidays. Good job.
I believe that Lolcats are probably the single most ingenious development on the Internet. Think about it. When web pages (personal pages) first proliferated, the biggest complaint was that everyone put up their “My Cat Fluffy” pages and clogged the bandwidth and search engines.
Now, decades later, not only are they still hogging bandwidth, but they have their own site, an international following, and are almost the only consistently funny “watering hole” on the net. I have literally fallen out of my chair laughing at some of them and…I have contributed. I have made (to date) over 80 lolcats, and will continue to make them because they make others smile, and I like that:
You can view my lolcats at:
DIS PLACE
I believe that Lolcats are probably the single most ingenious development on the Internet. Think about it. When web pages (personal pages) first proliferated, the biggest complaint was that everyone put up their “My Cat Fluffy” pages and clogged the bandwidth and search engines.
Now, decades later, not only are they still hogging bandwidth, but they have their own site, an international following, and are almost the only consistently funny “watering hole” on the net. I have literally fallen out of my chair laughing at some of them and…I have contributed. I have made (to date) over 80 lolcats, and will continue to make them because they make others smile, and I like that:
You can view my lolcats at:
DIS PLACE
I’m astonished by how many commenters say they have never seen LOLcats before.
My favorite was “Her eyes not down here.”
I’m astonished by how many commenters say they have never seen LOLcats before.
My favorite was “Her eyes not down here.”
Giggling and awwwwing.
Indeed this day on particular, it’s good to laugh and good to remember, but especially good to realize that being vulnerable to sadness and hurt makes us human. There’s love that goes along with being human that we’re lucky to experience.
Giggling and awwwwing.
Indeed this day on particular, it’s good to laugh and good to remember, but especially good to realize that being vulnerable to sadness and hurt makes us human. There’s love that goes along with being human that we’re lucky to experience.
I think I might be the lone voice of dissention, but I do enjoy the holidays. Winter’s my favorite season (strange and unnatural, yes, I know, I’ve heard) because I love staying in with a cuppa cocoa and a movie or hitting the ski slopes or snowmobile trails equally.
Until this year, my Christmases were simple (because I was living happily at home and still in school). Then my boyfriend’s parents got divorced, and mine just did this past June. Last Christmas morning, my mom welled up and said that it was the last Christmas we’d all have together because I was planning to move out in the summer/fall. Now I know it’s the last we had as a single family unit in the house I’ve lived in since 7th grade.
So as much as I’ve loved the holidays in the past, it’s going to be difficult this year. Given all that, though, I’m doing my best to remain cheerful and hopeful that the Christmas season is more than just family drama, but a time to celebrate what we have and be glad. I dare you to listen to the music from The Nutcracker ballet and try not to dance. It’s much harder than it seems!
And on a happier note, there’s nothing better on a Monday morning than an RSS reader full of LOLcats, LOLdogs, Pundit Kitchen (that’s the government one, with a happily liberal slant), and ROFLrazzi (the celebrity site, generally formatted like the motivational posters found in offices everywhere). The Cheezburger family of sites makes me smile like an idiot, and that’s just what I need sometimes.
I think I might be the lone voice of dissention, but I do enjoy the holidays. Winter’s my favorite season (strange and unnatural, yes, I know, I’ve heard) because I love staying in with a cuppa cocoa and a movie or hitting the ski slopes or snowmobile trails equally.
Until this year, my Christmases were simple (because I was living happily at home and still in school). Then my boyfriend’s parents got divorced, and mine just did this past June. Last Christmas morning, my mom welled up and said that it was the last Christmas we’d all have together because I was planning to move out in the summer/fall. Now I know it’s the last we had as a single family unit in the house I’ve lived in since 7th grade.
So as much as I’ve loved the holidays in the past, it’s going to be difficult this year. Given all that, though, I’m doing my best to remain cheerful and hopeful that the Christmas season is more than just family drama, but a time to celebrate what we have and be glad. I dare you to listen to the music from The Nutcracker ballet and try not to dance. It’s much harder than it seems!
And on a happier note, there’s nothing better on a Monday morning than an RSS reader full of LOLcats, LOLdogs, Pundit Kitchen (that’s the government one, with a happily liberal slant), and ROFLrazzi (the celebrity site, generally formatted like the motivational posters found in offices everywhere). The Cheezburger family of sites makes me smile like an idiot, and that’s just what I need sometimes.
Though I never much got into the LOLcats thing, my guilty pleasure is its sister site the Fail Blog (failblog.org), which points out the absurdities of life (and often of marketers). Guaranteed to make you laugh if you get tired of cats.
BTW, that last pic was apparently miscategorized and clearly should have been in the lolsealz site. 🙂
Though I never much got into the LOLcats thing, my guilty pleasure is its sister site the Fail Blog (failblog.org), which points out the absurdities of life (and often of marketers). Guaranteed to make you laugh if you get tired of cats.
BTW, that last pic was apparently miscategorized and clearly should have been in the lolsealz site. 🙂
Note to self: Don’t send Blaire to Ann’s blog again… ;]
Note to self: Don’t send Blaire to Ann’s blog again… ;]
I think feeling melancholy during the holidays is normal. It’s okay to miss people we love – we love them after all.:)
I’ve personally never gotten into LOLcats, but “He said he would meet me.”…that one hurt (sniff).
I think feeling melancholy during the holidays is normal. It’s okay to miss people we love – we love them after all.:)
I’ve personally never gotten into LOLcats, but “He said he would meet me.”…that one hurt (sniff).
Ann,
I am a Dog dude. Had a cat. I don’t like their tude. Of course, they are easier to have as pets, cuz they do their own thang.
If their was a site like the Cheezburger one for dogs, I would probably frequent it as a respite for the everyday ups and down of life.
Anyway, great writing. {as usual}
Now, back to MY funky mood.
RUFF.
Joel Libava
Ann,
I am a Dog dude. Had a cat. I don’t like their tude. Of course, they are easier to have as pets, cuz they do their own thang.
If their was a site like the Cheezburger one for dogs, I would probably frequent it as a respite for the everyday ups and down of life.
Anyway, great writing. {as usual}
Now, back to MY funky mood.
RUFF.
Joel Libava
Hi Ann. 🙂
Thanks for this – you really got me thinking now about the philosophy behind Lolcats. And here I was thinking they were just for fun!
It’s true though – the reason we like them so much is not so much because they’re cats, but because we’ve personified them with human qualities – and it’s those simple human blunders and hopes that really make for the success of Lolcats. I’d even offer that the same would hold true if it had been Loldogs (well, that actually exists now) or Lolpandas or some other animal (though I must admit that cats can be the silliest and most expressive of the animals but then again, I’m a cat person).
Hi Ann. 🙂
Thanks for this – you really got me thinking now about the philosophy behind Lolcats. And here I was thinking they were just for fun!
It’s true though – the reason we like them so much is not so much because they’re cats, but because we’ve personified them with human qualities – and it’s those simple human blunders and hopes that really make for the success of Lolcats. I’d even offer that the same would hold true if it had been Loldogs (well, that actually exists now) or Lolpandas or some other animal (though I must admit that cats can be the silliest and most expressive of the animals but then again, I’m a cat person).
With each of your posts I read, I get a little more scared – we think way too much alike! LOL
I love that site. It just sets any day right. :))
With each of your posts I read, I get a little more scared – we think way too much alike! LOL
I love that site. It just sets any day right. :))
Blair, Blair, Blair. You scare me at times. Please enjoy your retirement.
1. Just because I watched Michael Phelps on TV doesn’t mean that I expect to swim 5000 meters. Or 2, for that matter. Way too literal. I was inspired, however to train for my first triathlon at the age of 49.
2. I am down with that.
3. “Anti-Christmas”? Yes, let’s boycott the birth of the Savior because you hate a season of love, joy and celebration. A ‘raging’ luau’s going to fix THAT!
4. Yes, overcommercialization is ubiquitous . So to your point, we should all hate Mother’s Day?!
5. I’ll give you that one too. Sunlight boosts spirits. Just go outside if you can, not to a booth.
And LOLcats, is funny, you haters! Ann is right. Relating to the human condition is humorous, poignant and ridiculous…enjoy it.
Joanie
Blair, Blair, Blair. You scare me at times. Please enjoy your retirement.
1. Just because I watched Michael Phelps on TV doesn’t mean that I expect to swim 5000 meters. Or 2, for that matter. Way too literal. I was inspired, however to train for my first triathlon at the age of 49.
2. I am down with that.
3. “Anti-Christmas”? Yes, let’s boycott the birth of the Savior because you hate a season of love, joy and celebration. A ‘raging’ luau’s going to fix THAT!
4. Yes, overcommercialization is ubiquitous . So to your point, we should all hate Mother’s Day?!
5. I’ll give you that one too. Sunlight boosts spirits. Just go outside if you can, not to a booth.
And LOLcats, is funny, you haters! Ann is right. Relating to the human condition is humorous, poignant and ridiculous…enjoy it.
Joanie
What great writing ann!
I often wonder what’s so funny on LOLcats when the captions make the cats look stupid. BUt “the dog looks pissed” is hilarious and cheered me right up for some bizarre reason.
the “he said he would meet me” is a heart breaker, and so is your description of missing someone we loved. we all have that….
thanks for a wonderful read, as always.
can’t wait for your book.
What great writing ann!
I often wonder what’s so funny on LOLcats when the captions make the cats look stupid. BUt “the dog looks pissed” is hilarious and cheered me right up for some bizarre reason.
the “he said he would meet me” is a heart breaker, and so is your description of missing someone we loved. we all have that….
thanks for a wonderful read, as always.
can’t wait for your book.
It took me a while to stop laughing and compose myself sufficiently to write a comment. That lolrus caught me entirely by surprised…the funniest thing I’ve seen in ages. And it works on so many levels!
It took me a while to stop laughing and compose myself sufficiently to write a comment. That lolrus caught me entirely by surprised…the funniest thing I’ve seen in ages. And it works on so many levels!
The cat looking in the oven … LOL funny!
The cat looking in the oven … LOL funny!
I’ve looked at their loldogs site too, and although they’re funny and I love dogs, the lolcat site always makes me laugh more. I wonder why…perhaps because cats take themselves so seriously? I don’t know.
I’ve looked at their loldogs site too, and although they’re funny and I love dogs, the lolcat site always makes me laugh more. I wonder why…perhaps because cats take themselves so seriously? I don’t know.
Hello there, this is my first time to your site. I found it by the referral from Shannon Paul’s site.
You know this year, I had a very different Thanksgiving and the holidays are taking on new meaning for me. I was honest with my family this year about who I am, not who I think they want me to be and I really did not care about their reaction.
My family is a very educated uptight bunch of folks and it would not be P.C. to fall out laughing over sites like Icanhazcheeseburger.com.
To fix the holiday blues, I recommend everyone focus on being more authentic. You may not be able to be fully authentic, but just be a little bit more authentic. See how that works with you.
Use laughter and creativity to be that more authentic part of yourself.
Happy holidays.
Hello there, this is my first time to your site. I found it by the referral from Shannon Paul’s site.
You know this year, I had a very different Thanksgiving and the holidays are taking on new meaning for me. I was honest with my family this year about who I am, not who I think they want me to be and I really did not care about their reaction.
My family is a very educated uptight bunch of folks and it would not be P.C. to fall out laughing over sites like Icanhazcheeseburger.com.
To fix the holiday blues, I recommend everyone focus on being more authentic. You may not be able to be fully authentic, but just be a little bit more authentic. See how that works with you.
Use laughter and creativity to be that more authentic part of yourself.
Happy holidays.
Joanie
Speaking of way too literal….I think you misunderstood. I love Christmas. I love it because I dont let myself get manipulated by unrealistic expectations. Anti Christmas simply meant refusing to buy into the “perfect Christmas” fantasies that simply cause disapointment. I dont hate the season of “love, joy and celebration.” I was offering lighthearted coping tips. Reality: Many people see this as a season of commercial bloat, lonliness and depression. And uh…Joanie…Christmas celebration began over four thousand years ago, centuries before the birth of Christ.
Joanie
Speaking of way too literal….I think you misunderstood. I love Christmas. I love it because I dont let myself get manipulated by unrealistic expectations. Anti Christmas simply meant refusing to buy into the “perfect Christmas” fantasies that simply cause disapointment. I dont hate the season of “love, joy and celebration.” I was offering lighthearted coping tips. Reality: Many people see this as a season of commercial bloat, lonliness and depression. And uh…Joanie…Christmas celebration began over four thousand years ago, centuries before the birth of Christ.
Annie…Hope that your spirits have lifted by now…sorry that your not a cat person… those four “love sponges” need some diversity…how about adding a cat to your menagerie…not just any cat but a “Siamese” cat…love my two…Sammie knows the sound of my car and greets me at the door raising up and pawing my leg…and folks say cats are too independent??…not my experience….I’d be suspicious of “Sonny” boy and his “inturakchun”…beware… 😉 …loved Iyabo Asani’s remark…”Use laughter and creativity to be that more authentic part of yourself.”…Cheers to all who read this…Marnie
Annie…Hope that your spirits have lifted by now…sorry that your not a cat person… those four “love sponges” need some diversity…how about adding a cat to your menagerie…not just any cat but a “Siamese” cat…love my two…Sammie knows the sound of my car and greets me at the door raising up and pawing my leg…and folks say cats are too independent??…not my experience….I’d be suspicious of “Sonny” boy and his “inturakchun”…beware… 😉 …loved Iyabo Asani’s remark…”Use laughter and creativity to be that more authentic part of yourself.”…Cheers to all who read this…Marnie
The cat under the streetlamp broke my heart, punched it, smacked it, hit it with a baseball bat, cut with a chainsaw, and even nibbled at it a little.
Then it squeezed out all the blood in my heart, hissed at me, and walked away.
In short, if I had a working heart left, it would be totally upset by that picture. 🙁
But I also looked at the walrus picture and giggled like crazy.
The cat under the streetlamp broke my heart, punched it, smacked it, hit it with a baseball bat, cut with a chainsaw, and even nibbled at it a little.
Then it squeezed out all the blood in my heart, hissed at me, and walked away.
In short, if I had a working heart left, it would be totally upset by that picture. 🙁
But I also looked at the walrus picture and giggled like crazy.
this is the stupidest shit ever
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Then it squeezed out all the blood in my heart, hissed at me, and walked away.
In short, if I had a working heart left, it would be totally upset by that picture. 🙁
But I also looked at the walrus picture and giggled like crazy.