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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Throwing sharp things and playing with propane and electricity. This is the sort of thing we like to see. (via MusicThing) Jon says "You can mix-n-match legs and torsos, creating some 'women' who are freakishly mismatched in proportions. Uber-Creepy." And he is so right. Sunday, May 29, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Every model show rod from 1960 to 2001. Now I'm trying to dredge up, from the bottom of my glue-damaged brain, which of these I actually owned. This one for sure. And this. (via coudal partners) Tuesday, May 24, 2005
If you do Christmas and Thanksgiving, there's Tofurky, but if your celebration calls for a cannibal feast, and you're a vegetarian, you've been out of luck, until now. (via MeFi) Monday, May 23, 2005
"The Toronto Subway fonts were developed from rubbings of the lettering etched into station walls and photographs of painted signage. The overall style of the lettering is very mechanical, almost naive, yet still having a certain amount of elegance, and this style was followed as much as possible in developing the companion lowercase, extended characters and extra punctuation." Saturday, May 21, 2005
Chainwheel Tattoo Project. Not the greasy imprint on your calf, the real deal. (via Coudal Partners) Thursday, May 19, 2005
Combine Demolition Derby. Out west, we like farm machinery, and we like a good demo derby. This, therefore, is about as good as it gets. (via Mr. Jalopy) Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Monday, May 16, 2005
I'm not usually a fan of on-line petitions, but in this case, every bit helps. Help save super 8 kodachrome! While you're at it, tell kodak what you think. And shoot the damn stuff like there's no tomorrow. Because there probably isn't. Sunday, May 15, 2005
After the disappointment of the sasquatch movie, I really hope these people find their Mongolian Death Worm. Worm or no worm, the blog is worth a read. (Thanks, Ron! Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Looking for a car? Better make up your mind, quick. Me, I'd go with this one. Also, Barris.com is worth a look, if you haven't seen it. (Via thingsmagazine) Sunday, May 08, 2005
Expressionless Girl . (Warning: loud, annoying, yet oddly appropriate music) Probably the most disturbing thing on the net since the Hasselhoffian recursion. (via MeFi) Saturday, May 07, 2005
Morse code is faster than SMS. Even (or rather, especially) with a 93 year-old at the key. (via eyebeam reblog) Friday, May 06, 2005
History of butter. (via plep) Update: Slashdot has a butter consumption poll up on their page today. Is this some kind of National Butter Day or something? Thursday, May 05, 2005
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
"Off the coast of the Japanese city of Nagasaki lies a terrifying symbol of shortsighted development. Out of the dark blue East China Sea rises a dead island covered with dilapidated concrete buildings. Forms of life are absent. No people, no animals. However, in the not so distant past more than five thousand inhabitants lived here. The voices of children echoed from the houses, laughter sounded in the streets. Now only dead concrete is left. This is the island Hashima, once the most densely populated place in the world. " Some amazing photos here. (Thanks, Ron!) Most detailed look so far at Everyone Loves Katamari Damacy, AKA We {heart} Katamari. Some people will be happy to learn that there's an undersea level. (via Boing Boing) |
