Endless Parade of Excellence
Thursday, April 28, 2005
kit-ten-net-tik: "Within each is a bubbling spasming analog brain (nabra), with idiomatic digital circuitry combined to make a logical paradox, a pragmatic little creature. To interact, twist nobs, look at the lights, touch or wire or spit on the brass pegs."
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
A wikipedia article about Sealand.
The combover is patented. The mullet is probably public domain, but I'd check first, before getting one.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
"The Chrysler Air Raid Siren is so powerful that it can reportedly start fires with just the sound vibrations it produces. It can turn fog into rain, clearing the sky. It can produce an effective 70 dB air raid signal for a distance of two miles, and under proper conditions can be heard 30 to 50 miles away. Its advertised effective range was four miles in every direction."
"Dude, that thing got a Hemi?"
Monday, April 25, 2005
"All prices are in U.S. dollars and are in millions"
Why do ice cream vans sound the way they do?
I swear I was wondering this just the other day. The trucks round here are obviously playing a recording, but I've often wondered about the origins. I speculated that originally, they had a contact mic'ed music box and it turns out I was right.
Sarah has a cool litle music box thingy that you can punch tunes into a paper tape, I've been bugging her to sit down and punch out the ice cream truck song.
This is very sad.
Looks like neon will go the way of film. Last weeknend I got a shock when I went to a camera store that I hadn't been to in a while, and saw the large-format gear (what little was left) as well as the once-huge film counter crammed into corners to make way for all the shiny blinky doo-dads. Bleah.
(via coudal partners)
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Following hot on the heels of the post from a few days ago regarding the "Political Fecology of PoopReport.com", comes this:
"I Shit My Pants":Spontaneous Ancient Literary Structure in Modern Colloquial Speech.
Make paper models of spacecraft! Or, if you'd prefer something that (allegedly) works, try this.
(Thanks, Jonathan for the the former, the latter via The Cartoonist)
Friday, April 22, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
"We really just wanted to know what would happen if Civil War soldiers fought the crew from 'Star Trek.' You never see that in the movies or TV reruns."
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Sometimes cultural theory is a load of crap.
Motion Induced Blindness.
Very brain-scrambling. This must have been what happened with that cop car that one time..
(via Make Blog, among others.)
Monday, April 18, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
This is a mashup of imagine and walk on the wild side, george bush on vocal.
"When exposed to heavy metal music, water, coming from the same source as the one exposed to Mozart's music, cannot form a hexagonal crystal structure. Rather it breaks down into pieces. Dr Emoto reasoned that water may react negatively to music that is filled with angry lyrics."
Be nice to water. It has feelings too.
15 ways to unstick a seatpost. You would be amazed at how long it takes to saw through an aluminum seatpost length-wise. I had to do it 4 times.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Party like it's 1961.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Hey, the Pope's dead. I wonder if there's a commemorative thong? Yep.
"Neon Nits lice egg locator spray is your NEWEST WEAPON in the war on head lice."
According to MeFi, there will be a live broadcast this sunday (april 10, 2005) starting at 1500 EST.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
Circular Sock Knitting machines.
The Curta may be cool, but you could crank one all day and never get any socks. Don't miss the manual page!
Sunday, April 03, 2005
I had the pleasure, and the honour, of knowing the chicken that was to become the most famous pet chicken in the world, Heedley. Heedley wasn't a star back then, just a backyard chicken. If you have your own backyard chicken, you can now pet it via the internet, instead of waiting until you get home from art school, and having it run up to you, like a little dog with feathers and a beak.
(via near near future)