The Supermercado Project: Photobucket Shenanigans part four

It's the series that has slowly been captivating all of Melbourne since April 2010. Where we trawl the archives of my Photobucket account and show the bizarre and downright disturbing images which were saved for future consumption before Facebook, Twitpic, Yfrog etc... came along and ruined it for everybody.

Today we're starting in early 2006. When the world of blogging was taking the world by storm and we were all trying to famewhore ourselves out for that inevitable moment when, as promised, blogging replaced real journalism. If we had been smart we'd have been in a shed somewhere designing YouTube but as the following images will prove we were anything but smart.

This will be the last edition of Photobucket Shenanigans as the use of the system died in the proverbial around 2007 when Facebook gave us a new place to pool photos that nobody else had half an interest in. Vale.

Many of these photos will require a right click > view image to get the full effect. Given that it's taken me 18 months to finish this series it shouldn't come as a surprise that I couldn't be bothered resizing anything. It is all delivered as it was originally uploaded.

2006

Sound advice for all potential employees. Later outlawed in Fair Work Australia.

Quality filth by sub-editors in the days when such things existed.

Almost certainly the greatest album ever made.

Still waiting for Rusty to deliver vengeance

Hard hitting opinions on local football from when I still cared.

Best defecating cat ever

2007

The bathrooms. A Bar Called Barry. Probably the worst restroom in Australia.

My attempt to trademark Supermercado which only failed when they asked for $500. For some reason not posted until three years later.

Somebody else's magic Wikipedia vandalism

One of the great supermarket classified ads. Good luck Jeremy, hope it ended well.

Turns out he was actually quite a prick.

Wither Bell and Biv?

Unfortunate casting moments

The man they called Harismidis. Famed for showing up at half time of local soccer games once it was free to get in then running up and down the touchline shouting instructions at all and sundry.

Quality messag from the local candidate

My poor car, broken into. The fuzz nicked the guy who did it about 20 minutes later and recovered every single piece of stolen property he'd lifted except for the camera pinched from my car. Theory is that it was so shit he just piffed it over a fence somewhere.