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A Scandal in Belgravia - Series 2 Episode 1
[In Buckingham Palace, Sherlock is wrapped in a sheet, apparently otherwise naked]
John Watson: Are you wearing any pants?
Sherlock Holmes: ...No.
John Watson: Okay.
[Sherlock and John in Buckingham Palace]
John Watson: What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?
Sherlock Holmes: I don't know.
John Watson: Here to see the Queen?
[Mycroft Holmes walks in]
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, apparently yes.
[They fall about laughing whilst Mycroft disapprovingly stares]
Mycroft Holmes: Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?
John Watson: We solve crimes. I blog about it, and he forgets his pants. I wouldn't hold out too much hope.
[Mycroft hands Sherlock, who is still undressed, some clothes]
Mycroft Holmes: We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on!
Sherlock Holmes: What for?
[Mycroft pours tea]
Mycroft Holmes: I'll be mother.
Sherlock Holmes: And there is a whole childhood in a nutshell.
[Sherlock is learning about Irene Adler]
Sherlock Holmes: Who is she?
Mycroft Holmes: Irene Adler. Professionally known as ‘The Woman’.
Sherlock Holmes: "Professionally"?
Mycroft Holmes: There are many names for what she does. She prefers 'Dominatrix'.
Sherlock Holmes: Dominatrix?
Mycroft Holmes: Don't be alarmed. It's to do with sex.
Sherlock Holmes: Sex doesn't alarm me.
Mycroft Holmes: [smirking] How would you know? [Sherlock just looks at him] She provides, shall we say, recreational scolding to those who enjoy that sort of thing and are prepared to pay for it.
[In Buckingham Palace, Sherlock is wrapped in a sheet, apparently otherwise naked]
John Watson: Are you wearing any pants?
Sherlock Holmes: ...No.
John Watson: Okay.
[Sherlock and John in Buckingham Palace]
John Watson: What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?
Sherlock Holmes: I don't know.
John Watson: Here to see the Queen?
[Mycroft Holmes walks in]
Sherlock Holmes: Oh, apparently yes.
[They fall about laughing whilst Mycroft disapprovingly stares]
Mycroft Holmes: Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?
John Watson: We solve crimes. I blog about it, and he forgets his pants. I wouldn't hold out too much hope.
[Mycroft hands Sherlock, who is still undressed, some clothes]
Mycroft Holmes: We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on!
Sherlock Holmes: What for?
[Mycroft pours tea]
Mycroft Holmes: I'll be mother.
Sherlock Holmes: And there is a whole childhood in a nutshell.
[Sherlock is learning about Irene Adler]
Sherlock Holmes: Who is she?
Mycroft Holmes: Irene Adler. Professionally known as ‘The Woman’.
Sherlock Holmes: "Professionally"?
Mycroft Holmes: There are many names for what she does. She prefers 'Dominatrix'.
Sherlock Holmes: Dominatrix?
Mycroft Holmes: Don't be alarmed. It's to do with sex.
Sherlock Holmes: Sex doesn't alarm me.
Mycroft Holmes: [smirking] How would you know? [Sherlock just looks at him] She provides, shall we say, recreational scolding to those who enjoy that sort of thing and are prepared to pay for it.
Ta much, dear MSiegel!
Ta much, MSiegel!
The Iron Lady star lost her shoe at the Baftas and her glasses at the Golden Globes – and carried both accidents off with dotty good humour. We can't wait to see how she will enliven Oscar night
Ask Meryl Streep to play-act for the camera and the result is pristine professionalism, icy exactitude and a self-possession that veers on the eerie. Ask her to collect an award and you get the polar opposite: a rumble-tumble Feydeau farce. At Sunday night's Baftas, the Iron Lady star bounded on stage with such devil-may-care exuberance that she lost her shoe en route.
"Well, that couldn't have gone worse," Streep chortled, having clearly forgotten her appearance at last month's Golden Globes. On that occasion she rocked up without her spectacles, shouted "Oh shit, my glasses!" and thereby triggered the telecast's seven-second time delay (the broadcaster's equivalent of the red button, or the ejector seat). All of which leaves the pundits wondering what Streep has in store for Oscar night. Perhaps she will overturn a table, or become ankle-cuffed by her underpants in her sprint to the stage. Perhaps she will drop the Oscar on Harvey Weinstein's head. ...
Ask Meryl Streep to play-act for the camera and the result is pristine professionalism, icy exactitude and a self-possession that veers on the eerie. Ask her to collect an award and you get the polar opposite: a rumble-tumble Feydeau farce. At Sunday night's Baftas, the Iron Lady star bounded on stage with such devil-may-care exuberance that she lost her shoe en route.
"Well, that couldn't have gone worse," Streep chortled, having clearly forgotten her appearance at last month's Golden Globes. On that occasion she rocked up without her spectacles, shouted "Oh shit, my glasses!" and thereby triggered the telecast's seven-second time delay (the broadcaster's equivalent of the red button, or the ejector seat). All of which leaves the pundits wondering what Streep has in store for Oscar night. Perhaps she will overturn a table, or become ankle-cuffed by her underpants in her sprint to the stage. Perhaps she will drop the Oscar on Harvey Weinstein's head. ...
Breakdance @ Spike Jones. All Star Revue. 1951-1952
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAzm9yBfoHM
Miller: John Wayne was a fag.
Everyone: (in unison) The hell he was.
Miller: He was too, you boys. I installed two-way mirrors in his pad in Brentwood. And he come to the door in a dress.
- Repo Man
from a long defunct, much missed site
Slow down a little, genius: I am merely gifted., \o/ I begged for this gif and now I’m all happy ...
Sideways ass kitteh FTW
Ice cream troll
Parkour is for pussies.
scroop
n. the rustle of silk
Ta, Glenn321!
n. the rustle of silk
Ta, Glenn321!
........and my crates are deep, Captain.
Li'l sideways ass kitteh FTW
Ta much, dear MSiegel!
Ta much, dear MSiegel!
November 18, 2011 5:05 pm
By Andrew Edgecliffe-Johnson
In a rare at-home interview, the cult director opens up about being a ‘happy neurotic’ and why he’s a capitalist now
... With his books never out of print, his films on Netflix, children going to the Broadway versions and Waters narrating the part of Jessica the Hippo for Animal Planet, I ask how he likes life in the mainstream. “It’s great. It’s the final irony in my life,” he answers. “I think we need a new vocabulary, because [now] everybody wants to be an outsider. When I was one, no one wanted to be one.”
He has mixed feelings about gay culture becoming mainstream: “I miss it … I’m for gay marriage. I don’t want to do it, but I certainly think people should be allowed to, and I wouldn’t vote for anybody that would be against it. But at the same time, why do we have to be good now? Why can’t we be villains in movies?” He says it’s good that more people are able to come out of the closet, but adds: “I wish some gay people would go back in. We have enough.”
The subjects he explores in his films, including homosexuality, racism and rebellious youth, have not always been recipes for uncomplicated happiness, but Waters describes himself as “a happy neurotic”. He adds, though, that he will never retire, because “then I’d have time to be nuts”.
He took a one-man show, This Filthy World, to Australia and New Zealand in October, and in recent months he has served as guest curator at the Walker Art Centre in Minneapolis, worked on a book, exhibited in New Orleans, taken part in events from the Bonnaroo music festival in Tennessee to the Venice Biennale, and provided a Vincent Price-like cameo for the video of “The Creep”, a comedy hip hop song featuring Nicki Minaj. Still, he says (a little defensively): “Friday night I went out, wildly had a party until five in the morning with a bunch of friends, so it’s not like I’m a workaholic.”
“I have a lot of plan B, C, D, E, and F in effect,” he adds. What’s plan A, I ask? “Plan A is to make movies. The one thing I can’t do right now.”
He finds himself in a cinematic no-man’s land. Hollywood studios look only for blockbusters, while the demise of art-house cinemas makes investors reluctant to finance independent films. The last half-dozen films he made cost between $4m and $8m, he says. “Nowadays, [backers] want it to cost $500,000 to $1m. I can’t do that because I have four employees. I can’t work for nothing for two years. I’ve done that. I can’t be faux underground.”
A planned Christmas film, Fruitcake, was shelved in 2009 when the production company folded. Waters still hopes to make the film. The plot – boy runs away when he’s caught shoplifting, meets runaway girl raised by gay men who’s searching for her birth mother – “would be incredibly commercial”, he says, straight-faced. ...
By Andrew Edgecliffe-Johnson
In a rare at-home interview, the cult director opens up about being a ‘happy neurotic’ and why he’s a capitalist now
... With his books never out of print, his films on Netflix, children going to the Broadway versions and Waters narrating the part of Jessica the Hippo for Animal Planet, I ask how he likes life in the mainstream. “It’s great. It’s the final irony in my life,” he answers. “I think we need a new vocabulary, because [now] everybody wants to be an outsider. When I was one, no one wanted to be one.”
He has mixed feelings about gay culture becoming mainstream: “I miss it … I’m for gay marriage. I don’t want to do it, but I certainly think people should be allowed to, and I wouldn’t vote for anybody that would be against it. But at the same time, why do we have to be good now? Why can’t we be villains in movies?” He says it’s good that more people are able to come out of the closet, but adds: “I wish some gay people would go back in. We have enough.”
The subjects he explores in his films, including homosexuality, racism and rebellious youth, have not always been recipes for uncomplicated happiness, but Waters describes himself as “a happy neurotic”. He adds, though, that he will never retire, because “then I’d have time to be nuts”.
He took a one-man show, This Filthy World, to Australia and New Zealand in October, and in recent months he has served as guest curator at the Walker Art Centre in Minneapolis, worked on a book, exhibited in New Orleans, taken part in events from the Bonnaroo music festival in Tennessee to the Venice Biennale, and provided a Vincent Price-like cameo for the video of “The Creep”, a comedy hip hop song featuring Nicki Minaj. Still, he says (a little defensively): “Friday night I went out, wildly had a party until five in the morning with a bunch of friends, so it’s not like I’m a workaholic.”
“I have a lot of plan B, C, D, E, and F in effect,” he adds. What’s plan A, I ask? “Plan A is to make movies. The one thing I can’t do right now.”
He finds himself in a cinematic no-man’s land. Hollywood studios look only for blockbusters, while the demise of art-house cinemas makes investors reluctant to finance independent films. The last half-dozen films he made cost between $4m and $8m, he says. “Nowadays, [backers] want it to cost $500,000 to $1m. I can’t do that because I have four employees. I can’t work for nothing for two years. I’ve done that. I can’t be faux underground.”
A planned Christmas film, Fruitcake, was shelved in 2009 when the production company folded. Waters still hopes to make the film. The plot – boy runs away when he’s caught shoplifting, meets runaway girl raised by gay men who’s searching for her birth mother – “would be incredibly commercial”, he says, straight-faced. ...
Yup. It's that time again.
Matt hipped me.
merelygifted:
megellen:
gothiccharmschool:
This is possibly the most adorable thing I’ve seen all day.
megellen:
I adore bats. I had a bat nursery on my farm in an unused section of the barn. They were sooooo cute and the mommy bats got very used to me being there and looking at them. The best part? No bugs. No bugs ever. No horseflies. No regular flies. Nothing. Pretty sure I had the only horse barn on the planet that had an almost zero need for fly spray.
Bats are so cute and so wonderful - see dear Megellen’s comment!
Duly reblogged for extra batty Halloweeny goodness.
Thanks Matt!!11!!!!
Fabulous!!!!!!
"a skeleton walking his pets"
Hayes Roberts
"a skeleton walking with his pet ghost catfish"
Hayes Roberts!
Ich habe Hayes Roberts am liebsten!
Hayes Roberts ghosties!
My husband and I love the old school Mad Magazine, especially these guys. I looked for months to find a costume and there is not one in existence other then a few weird looking rubber masks, so we made every inch ourselves.
The masks are paper mache covered with fabric. The suits are extra large mans mock turtle neck shirts with piping sewn in the bottom seam and the cuffs switched. The shoes are "Crocs" covered with screen, quilting material and socks!
Our hats are a combination of two hats cut apart for the parts we needed and covered in fabric. We even paper mached a bomb and a stick of TNT. We really had a great time! ...
Bonus: Bookend wif big chops and Tudor shoe feet!!!!1!!111!!!!eleven!!!!!
Oh, my.
The English language often fails in the face of the pictures of themselves which people post online.
Get it?
It's Iron Man!
The first tourists to stay in Cornwall’s Godolphin House were the grand Tudor pile’s only guests – only living ones anyway
Maev Kennedy
Friday 28 October 2011
… Local people were avidly curious to know more of the reincarnation of a house about which they had heard so many stories. “Have you heard anything?” “Have you seen anything?”
Well … yes, actually. The cynical teenagers heard nothing, but my mother was woken by the sound of a military band in the small hours; my brother – smoking under the stars – heard voices in the locked inner courtyard speaking a language he realised he could not understand. I heard footsteps crunching on gravel and the outer gate and hall door open, and ran down to greet a welcome guest just in time for dinner to find … nobody there, and both doors locked.
Sounds carry strangely in such an old and oddly shaped house. Floorboards creak. Godolphin’s only attestable ghost is Margaret Blagge, who John Evelyn called “that blessed Saint now in heaven”, after she died of puerperal fever far away in London. Only her body came – in a procession with outriders wearing armorial crests, one of which hangs in the dining room, despite her saying, in her touching last letter: “I believe if I were carried by sea, the expense would not be very great.” The coffin lay in state in the room where my sister-in-law slept – she was startled over our weekend by a door suddenly opening. Many people claim to have seen Margaret walking in the garden.
We scattered back to Dublin, London and Barcelona haunted by the house. If newly dead Margaret came and could never bear to leave, the Kennedys completely understand.
Maev Kennedy
Friday 28 October 2011
… Local people were avidly curious to know more of the reincarnation of a house about which they had heard so many stories. “Have you heard anything?” “Have you seen anything?”
Well … yes, actually. The cynical teenagers heard nothing, but my mother was woken by the sound of a military band in the small hours; my brother – smoking under the stars – heard voices in the locked inner courtyard speaking a language he realised he could not understand. I heard footsteps crunching on gravel and the outer gate and hall door open, and ran down to greet a welcome guest just in time for dinner to find … nobody there, and both doors locked.
Sounds carry strangely in such an old and oddly shaped house. Floorboards creak. Godolphin’s only attestable ghost is Margaret Blagge, who John Evelyn called “that blessed Saint now in heaven”, after she died of puerperal fever far away in London. Only her body came – in a procession with outriders wearing armorial crests, one of which hangs in the dining room, despite her saying, in her touching last letter: “I believe if I were carried by sea, the expense would not be very great.” The coffin lay in state in the room where my sister-in-law slept – she was startled over our weekend by a door suddenly opening. Many people claim to have seen Margaret walking in the garden.
We scattered back to Dublin, London and Barcelona haunted by the house. If newly dead Margaret came and could never bear to leave, the Kennedys completely understand.
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"Just returned from a 5 day trip to Michigan. On our drive up to my brothers place in Marlette we drove past a house that looked so cool I had to turn around and go back and snap a picture ‘cause I figured no one would believe me! …"
Via http://www.stangnet.com/mustang-forums/765961-michigan-trip-haunted-house.html
The Haunted House by Scratchmark
Via http://faithofthefallen.deviantart.com/art/Haunted-House-162819043
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Windhouse, the most haunted house in Britain
Windhouse, Shetland Islands
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Champion horse Topper took the ducklings under his wing – well, hoof – after allowing their mother, Lola, to lay a dozen eggs in his stable. He kept watch over them for a month before they hatched and then scared away foxes and dogs that got too close. (Metro UK)
Ta much, dear MSiegel
… ‘Far from being upset, Topper really likes his little duck family,’ said Kim Stevens, yard manager at the stables in Milland, West Sussex.
‘He was in and out of the stable all the time but every time he came back in, the first thing he did was look around to make sure they were still there.’
It is thought Lola moved in with Topper after her last lot of eggs were eaten by a fox. Before the new batch hatched, staff moved them to a safe corner of the straw so Topper, who was recently ridden to victory at the British Open Indoor Cross Country, did not accidentally squash them. …
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Pigeons have become one of the most revered creatures in the British Isles after their strong inclination to ‘shit on things’ became much admired following the unveiling of a statue of former US president Ronald Reagan.
The 10-foot bronze statue was specially commissioned to “recognise Mr Reagan’s contribution to ending the Cold War” which he single-handedly had virtually nothing to do with.
Mr Reagan died in 2004, aged 93, after suffering from Alzheimer’s disease from birth.
It is hoped that the statue, which has been unveiled at a ceremony outside the American embassy in central London, will become completely covered in pigeon shit in time for the 2012 Olympic games. …
Ta much, dear MSiegel
The 10-foot bronze statue was specially commissioned to “recognise Mr Reagan’s contribution to ending the Cold War” which he single-handedly had virtually nothing to do with.
Mr Reagan died in 2004, aged 93, after suffering from Alzheimer’s disease from birth.
It is hoped that the statue, which has been unveiled at a ceremony outside the American embassy in central London, will become completely covered in pigeon shit in time for the 2012 Olympic games. …
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Slow down a little, genius: I'm merely gifted., § tristan tzara, hans arp e hans richter a zurigo...
§ tristan tzara, hans arp e hans richter a zurigo ‘17 (by M U F)
Bat Before the Moon
* Artist: Biho Takashi, active ca. 1890-1930
* Medium: Woodblock color print
* Dates: ca. 1910
* Period: Meiji Period
* Dimensions: 9 1/4 x 9 9/16 in. (23.5 x 24.3 cm)
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* Artist: Biho Takashi, active ca. 1890-1930
* Medium: Woodblock color print
* Dates: ca. 1910
* Period: Meiji Period
* Dimensions: 9 1/4 x 9 9/16 in. (23.5 x 24.3 cm)
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Bitchen catch - and throw XD
Buriat boots
DERANGE!!! DERANGE!!! — Introducing the Dalek-Cthulhu Hybrid
February 14th, 2011
Because the universe wasn’t enough enough peril from my tiny Cthulhus, I created the Cythulhu, a Cylon-Cthulhu hybrid. And then, because I could still sleep at night, I made this:
This one is the prototype. I haven’t had a chance to give him a proper photo shoot and won’t be listing him in my store for at least another week because of my commissions queue. Some initial notes—he doesn’t have arms or plunger/shooter appendages because arms look wrong & the others ended up looking awkward in yarn. He DOES have wings though. Think of him as Davros-esque. ...
February 14th, 2011
Because the universe wasn’t enough enough peril from my tiny Cthulhus, I created the Cythulhu, a Cylon-Cthulhu hybrid. And then, because I could still sleep at night, I made this:
This one is the prototype. I haven’t had a chance to give him a proper photo shoot and won’t be listing him in my store for at least another week because of my commissions queue. Some initial notes—he doesn’t have arms or plunger/shooter appendages because arms look wrong & the others ended up looking awkward in yarn. He DOES have wings though. Think of him as Davros-esque. ...
... Dog: I am starving.
Me: Actually, no. You aren't starving. You get two very good meals a day. And treats. And Best Beloved fed you extra food while I was gone.
Dog: STARVING.
Me: I saw you get fed not four hours ago! You are not starving.
Dog: Pity me, a sad and tragic creature, for I can barely walk, I am so starving. WOE.
Me: I am now ignoring you.
Dog: STARVING.
Dog: Did you hear me? I am starving.
Dog: Are you seriously ignoring me? Fine.
[There is a pause, during which the dog exits the room in a pointed manner.]
[From the kitchen, there comes a noise like someone is eating a baseball bat.]
Me, yelling: What the hell are you doing?
Me: *makes haste for the kitchen and finds dog there*
Dog: *picks up entire raw sweet potato, which is what was causing the baseball bat noise, and flees for the bedroom*
Me: *chases dog, retrieves most of sweet potato, less the portion which has disappeared into dog's gullet*
Dog: See? STARVING.
Me: ...That can't be good for you. It's a RAW SWEET POTATO.
Dog: I had to do it. I haven't been fed. Ever.
Me: You realize you aren't normal. Normal dogs don't steal raw sweet potatoes.
Dog, sadly: I was badly brought up.
Me: Yes. Yes, you were.
Dog: By people who starved me.
Me: Oh, no. I am not doing this again.
Me: *exits the room, bearing sweet potato*
[There is a pause.]
[There is a noise like someone is trying to eat a baseball bat very very quietly.]
Me: Oh, for the love of GOD.
Me: *heads off to the kitchen*
Dog: I am not eating a raw sweet potato.
Me: You have sweet potato parts all over your snout.
Dog: But you don't actually SEE a raw sweet potato, do you? So maybe that's just - um. A birthmark.
Me: Did you seriously eat a whole sweet potato?
Dog: You don't listen. I told you, I wasn't eating a sweet potato.
Me, searching around fruitlessly: Look. NO MORE SWEET POTATOES.
Me: Oh, what am I saying? This is you we're talking about, here. *goes to hide all the sweet potatoes that are left - which isn't many - in the fridge, because some people cannot be trusted*
Dog: *attempts to look thwarted*
Dog: *does not succeed, because her tail is wagging so hard small cyclones are forming in the kitchen*
Me: *has a very bad feeling about this*
[There is a pause, during which I do not even bother trying to return to what I was doing. I just stand in the computer room, waiting.]
[There is, as I wholly expected, a baseball-bat-eating noise.] ...
Me: Actually, no. You aren't starving. You get two very good meals a day. And treats. And Best Beloved fed you extra food while I was gone.
Dog: STARVING.
Me: I saw you get fed not four hours ago! You are not starving.
Dog: Pity me, a sad and tragic creature, for I can barely walk, I am so starving. WOE.
Me: I am now ignoring you.
Dog: STARVING.
Dog: Did you hear me? I am starving.
Dog: Are you seriously ignoring me? Fine.
[There is a pause, during which the dog exits the room in a pointed manner.]
[From the kitchen, there comes a noise like someone is eating a baseball bat.]
Me, yelling: What the hell are you doing?
Me: *makes haste for the kitchen and finds dog there*
Dog: *picks up entire raw sweet potato, which is what was causing the baseball bat noise, and flees for the bedroom*
Me: *chases dog, retrieves most of sweet potato, less the portion which has disappeared into dog's gullet*
Dog: See? STARVING.
Me: ...That can't be good for you. It's a RAW SWEET POTATO.
Dog: I had to do it. I haven't been fed. Ever.
Me: You realize you aren't normal. Normal dogs don't steal raw sweet potatoes.
Dog, sadly: I was badly brought up.
Me: Yes. Yes, you were.
Dog: By people who starved me.
Me: Oh, no. I am not doing this again.
Me: *exits the room, bearing sweet potato*
[There is a pause.]
[There is a noise like someone is trying to eat a baseball bat very very quietly.]
Me: Oh, for the love of GOD.
Me: *heads off to the kitchen*
Dog: I am not eating a raw sweet potato.
Me: You have sweet potato parts all over your snout.
Dog: But you don't actually SEE a raw sweet potato, do you? So maybe that's just - um. A birthmark.
Me: Did you seriously eat a whole sweet potato?
Dog: You don't listen. I told you, I wasn't eating a sweet potato.
Me, searching around fruitlessly: Look. NO MORE SWEET POTATOES.
Me: Oh, what am I saying? This is you we're talking about, here. *goes to hide all the sweet potatoes that are left - which isn't many - in the fridge, because some people cannot be trusted*
Dog: *attempts to look thwarted*
Dog: *does not succeed, because her tail is wagging so hard small cyclones are forming in the kitchen*
Me: *has a very bad feeling about this*
[There is a pause, during which I do not even bother trying to return to what I was doing. I just stand in the computer room, waiting.]
[There is, as I wholly expected, a baseball-bat-eating noise.] ...
Simon Garner - 11th February, 2011
First it was Heidi the cross-eyed opossum, now meet Frank the jaguar
As big cats go, Frank the cross-eyed jaguar from Delitzscher Zoo in Germany is far from purr-fect.
But keepers are hoping that the 14-year-old beast can beat Europe's other boss-eyed box office hit Heidi the opossum by a whisker.
'Frank was born with crossed eyes and no-one ever knew why. By now he's adapted very well to his condition. He's very happy but he wouldn't survive in the wild like this," said a zoo spokesman.
'He's not much of a hunter and he doesn't like to climb, but when you look at his eyes you can understand why,' they added.
'It's sadly not possible to do anything about the defect as far as we know but Frank seems happy.' ...
First it was Heidi the cross-eyed opossum, now meet Frank the jaguar
As big cats go, Frank the cross-eyed jaguar from Delitzscher Zoo in Germany is far from purr-fect.
But keepers are hoping that the 14-year-old beast can beat Europe's other boss-eyed box office hit Heidi the opossum by a whisker.
'Frank was born with crossed eyes and no-one ever knew why. By now he's adapted very well to his condition. He's very happy but he wouldn't survive in the wild like this," said a zoo spokesman.
'He's not much of a hunter and he doesn't like to climb, but when you look at his eyes you can understand why,' they added.
'It's sadly not possible to do anything about the defect as far as we know but Frank seems happy.' ...
Ta much, dear Edosan
The milk chocolate-covered, heart-shaped, raspberry flavored (and freaky fuchsia-colored!) Valentine Peeps are Godly. I'm actually shopping around for a case of them. XD I figure if they're $1 ea or less, shipping included, then well done.
Ta much, dear Edosan
Horse enjoys a refreshing pint in his local pub
A horse called Basil has finally been allowed into his local pub in Staffordshire for a refreshing pint.
9 Feb 2011
The Welsh Cob stallion visits his favoured watering hole every Sunday at the Meynell Ingram Arms in Burton, Staffordshire. ...
A horse called Basil has finally been allowed into his local pub in Staffordshire for a refreshing pint.
9 Feb 2011
The Welsh Cob stallion visits his favoured watering hole every Sunday at the Meynell Ingram Arms in Burton, Staffordshire. ...
Ta much, dear MSiegel
The bustling town of Christiana
Published: Tuesday | February 8, 2011
... It was my first time in Christiana on a Saturday and I have to say, I was quite surprised by all the confusion. People were everywhere. Sidewalks were overcrowded, so the walking masses simply took to the roads. Meanwhile, jittery taxi drivers seemed unwilling to submit to the will of the crowd, so they just kept speeding along anyway. This created some nervous moments for me since, as far as I could tell, death was imminent. But oddly enough, nobody else seemed troubled. Strange.
I was standing just in front of a small bar when I heard a screeching noise.
"Lawd," a short man beside me muttered, shaking his head. Then, the screeching turned to extremely loud, nasal singing. Two women standing in the shade of a small tent set up on the sidewalk not far from where I was, were singing at the top of their lungs. One was holding a microphone that sent the deafening sounds into a giant speaker placed on a table. The two women were wearing long floral dresses and hats. It seemed they were singing gospel songs, but to tell you the truth, I could make out very little. The speakers were so loud and the singers so intent on screaming the words that all I could hear was noise. It was enough to prompt a headache. I turned to the man beside me.
"This happens every week?" I asked.
"Eh?" he replied.
I repeated the question.
"No, sah! Every week it happen," the man said.
The miscommunication was understandable, given all the noise. I looked across at the two women who were now bouncing up and down to the beat of their own tune. A small crowd had gathered around the tent, looking at them.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!" were the only words of the song I recognised.
The man beside me tapped me on the shoulder.
"When time dem mek up dem singing noise, me don't mind yuh know. But mek dem haffi tun it up so loud?" he asked.
A fair question, I told him.
"Eh? That is not what I'm saying! I only mean to say dat it too loud!" he said. I was confused and apparently it showed. The man looked me over then walked off. Meanwhile, the noise continued. ...
Published: Tuesday | February 8, 2011
... It was my first time in Christiana on a Saturday and I have to say, I was quite surprised by all the confusion. People were everywhere. Sidewalks were overcrowded, so the walking masses simply took to the roads. Meanwhile, jittery taxi drivers seemed unwilling to submit to the will of the crowd, so they just kept speeding along anyway. This created some nervous moments for me since, as far as I could tell, death was imminent. But oddly enough, nobody else seemed troubled. Strange.
I was standing just in front of a small bar when I heard a screeching noise.
"Lawd," a short man beside me muttered, shaking his head. Then, the screeching turned to extremely loud, nasal singing. Two women standing in the shade of a small tent set up on the sidewalk not far from where I was, were singing at the top of their lungs. One was holding a microphone that sent the deafening sounds into a giant speaker placed on a table. The two women were wearing long floral dresses and hats. It seemed they were singing gospel songs, but to tell you the truth, I could make out very little. The speakers were so loud and the singers so intent on screaming the words that all I could hear was noise. It was enough to prompt a headache. I turned to the man beside me.
"This happens every week?" I asked.
"Eh?" he replied.
I repeated the question.
"No, sah! Every week it happen," the man said.
The miscommunication was understandable, given all the noise. I looked across at the two women who were now bouncing up and down to the beat of their own tune. A small crowd had gathered around the tent, looking at them.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!" were the only words of the song I recognised.
The man beside me tapped me on the shoulder.
"When time dem mek up dem singing noise, me don't mind yuh know. But mek dem haffi tun it up so loud?" he asked.
A fair question, I told him.
"Eh? That is not what I'm saying! I only mean to say dat it too loud!" he said. I was confused and apparently it showed. The man looked me over then walked off. Meanwhile, the noise continued. ...
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Ta much, dear Edosan
Flower-Cut Fluorite Tentacle Ring by HeronAdornment
Fez
A fez was a type of brimless hat with a flat top. Usually made of red felt, fezzes typically, but not always, had a single tassel attached to the center of their flat tops. Judging from the number of times the Doctor encountered fezzes around Egyptians or Egyptian artifacts, the fez seemed to be closely associated with Arabic culture on Earth. ...
... The Doctor's seventh incarnation briefly donned a fez while searching through the basement of Windsor Castle, before passing it on to Ace....
Later, his eighth self wore a fez to a football game in 1977. He originally intended to land the TARDIS near the River Nile which was the reason why he wore the fez in the first place. The Doctor soon lost the fez after the police began to chase him from the stadium....
Whilst in his eleventh body, he took a fez from an exhibit in the museum where the Pandorica was, and wore it as he leapt back and forth through time. When River Song queried this by asking "What in the name of sanity have you got on your head?" he answered, "It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool." Finding the answer insufficient, she and Amy Pond promptly destroyed it, before continuing to reboot the universe. Later, he noted that he was missing his fez, but concluded that he could buy a new one. ...
A fez was a type of brimless hat with a flat top. Usually made of red felt, fezzes typically, but not always, had a single tassel attached to the center of their flat tops. Judging from the number of times the Doctor encountered fezzes around Egyptians or Egyptian artifacts, the fez seemed to be closely associated with Arabic culture on Earth. ...
... The Doctor's seventh incarnation briefly donned a fez while searching through the basement of Windsor Castle, before passing it on to Ace....
Later, his eighth self wore a fez to a football game in 1977. He originally intended to land the TARDIS near the River Nile which was the reason why he wore the fez in the first place. The Doctor soon lost the fez after the police began to chase him from the stadium....
Whilst in his eleventh body, he took a fez from an exhibit in the museum where the Pandorica was, and wore it as he leapt back and forth through time. When River Song queried this by asking "What in the name of sanity have you got on your head?" he answered, "It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool." Finding the answer insufficient, she and Amy Pond promptly destroyed it, before continuing to reboot the universe. Later, he noted that he was missing his fez, but concluded that he could buy a new one. ...
Jammie Dodger
Jammie Dodgers were biscuits filled with jam. The Doctor temporarily fooled the Daleks into thinking one was a self-destruct button for the TARDIS.
When the Daleks discovered his deception, the Doctor ate the Jammie Dodger. ...
Jammie Dodgers were biscuits filled with jam. The Doctor temporarily fooled the Daleks into thinking one was a self-destruct button for the TARDIS.
When the Daleks discovered his deception, the Doctor ate the Jammie Dodger. ...
Steller's Jay
Magpies
Portland hospitality
Published: Tuesday | January 11, 2011
I had heard a faint, rustling sound behind me but honestly thought nothing of it. It was a windy morning afterall, and there were a lot of trees and bushes around. In any case, I was busy gazing at the scenery before me in Hope Bay, Portland. I had found myself on a hill overlooking a large area of open, green land that looked like it had been untouched since creation. The air was fresh and the temperature perfect. I almost forgot where I was. That is, until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Wah deh gwaan?" someone shouted. Surprised by the sudden remark, I whirled around, fists clenched, ready to swing, feet limber, ready for take-off.
It was the welcoming smile on the face of the man standing behind me that kept me still. He was a tall fellow, bearded, with dreadlocks. He wore a black T-shirt and carried a bag full of green bananas on his head. He had another bag slung over his left shoulder and held a machete in his right hand.
"Wah happen, man? Long time I nuh see you!" he said, seeming genuinely excited to see me. I smiled and returned the greeting, all the while searching my thoughts for some recollection of the man. I came up with nothing. Sheepishly, I was about to ask him if we had met before. The man with the bag of bananas on his head, though, kept speaking.
"You did gone weh? Mi know man! Is so yuh haffi go weh and come back some time," he said, nodding. "Is a pity Miss Nicey not here fi see yuh. She woulda please to know yuh is here."
That proved to me that the man had mistaken me for someone else. I tried to tell him but he hardly gave me a chance.
"Yuh keeping good though? Yeah man, yuh keeping good. It good when respectable gentleman like yuh can come back and see what is happening. Nice man, nice," he smiled.
"Di last time Miss Monica daughter see yuh she say you not coming back around here and mi tell har dat is not true. Mi will glad fi go tell har dat mi see you," he said. ...
Published: Tuesday | January 11, 2011
I had heard a faint, rustling sound behind me but honestly thought nothing of it. It was a windy morning afterall, and there were a lot of trees and bushes around. In any case, I was busy gazing at the scenery before me in Hope Bay, Portland. I had found myself on a hill overlooking a large area of open, green land that looked like it had been untouched since creation. The air was fresh and the temperature perfect. I almost forgot where I was. That is, until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Wah deh gwaan?" someone shouted. Surprised by the sudden remark, I whirled around, fists clenched, ready to swing, feet limber, ready for take-off.
It was the welcoming smile on the face of the man standing behind me that kept me still. He was a tall fellow, bearded, with dreadlocks. He wore a black T-shirt and carried a bag full of green bananas on his head. He had another bag slung over his left shoulder and held a machete in his right hand.
"Wah happen, man? Long time I nuh see you!" he said, seeming genuinely excited to see me. I smiled and returned the greeting, all the while searching my thoughts for some recollection of the man. I came up with nothing. Sheepishly, I was about to ask him if we had met before. The man with the bag of bananas on his head, though, kept speaking.
"You did gone weh? Mi know man! Is so yuh haffi go weh and come back some time," he said, nodding. "Is a pity Miss Nicey not here fi see yuh. She woulda please to know yuh is here."
That proved to me that the man had mistaken me for someone else. I tried to tell him but he hardly gave me a chance.
"Yuh keeping good though? Yeah man, yuh keeping good. It good when respectable gentleman like yuh can come back and see what is happening. Nice man, nice," he smiled.
"Di last time Miss Monica daughter see yuh she say you not coming back around here and mi tell har dat is not true. Mi will glad fi go tell har dat mi see you," he said. ...
They make the best face powder (Natural Shimmer) I've ever used. The compact's cool, too. It most effectively covers a multitude of sins (and dark circles and zits and red bits), and the stuff wears like iron. It doesn't need re-application after I blow my nose FFS. Its shimmer is subtle enough for day wear & square chicks, and it's buildable w/o turning trashy. Adding another layer makes it more shimmery, but it's never overpowering.
I love getting some on my fingertips so I can play with it. It's so smooth and silky - it feels like magic.
I love getting some on my fingertips so I can play with it. It's so smooth and silky - it feels like magic.
They make the second best face powder (Sparkle Light) I've ever used. It feels even more like magic than StarGazer's - even more silky & smooth. It's even more sparkly too, but the coverage isn't anywhere near as good nor is it as long-lasting.
It's a great highlighter, too. That particular shade can act like a psychotic highlighter on the end of your nose if you aren't careful, though. It made the tip of my nose look like the Great Pyramid, which it certainly does not resemble!
It's a great highlighter, too. That particular shade can act like a psychotic highlighter on the end of your nose if you aren't careful, though. It made the tip of my nose look like the Great Pyramid, which it certainly does not resemble!
My mind insists it's an icicle radish. Yum!
om nom nom nom
I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas
1953
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door, that's the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian
There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!
1953
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring him through the front door, that's the easy thing to do
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses
I only like hippopotamuses
And hippopotamuses like me too
Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then
Teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian
There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage
I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a hippo hero standing there
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas
Only a hippopotamus will do
No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses
I only like hippopotamuseses
And hippopotamuses like me too!
Don't burn down the office just yet! Plug in the USB Stress Ball, squeeze it, and watch that unwanted email quiver in pain, begging for mercy. We promise it will make you more productive and less stabby.
Tired of having eight different bosses? TPS Reports got you down? There's a lot of stress in today's world and if you don't cope with it somehow, you're gonna just up and die one day. Or snap and burn down the building. We'd really prefer to keep you alive and preferably at least with a modicum of sanity left, so how's about we offer you this great alternative to going guano insane? ...
Tired of having eight different bosses? TPS Reports got you down? There's a lot of stress in today's world and if you don't cope with it somehow, you're gonna just up and die one day. Or snap and burn down the building. We'd really prefer to keep you alive and preferably at least with a modicum of sanity left, so how's about we offer you this great alternative to going guano insane? ...
Looks much more like a woodcock, but I'm in a charitable mood: it's Halloween!
designboom's friends, swiss creative lab MB&F, known for their 'horological machines', have recently collaborated with 152-year-old french high-jewellery house of boucheron, on a new haute-jewellery version of MB&F's horogological machine no.3 (HM3) named the 'jwlrymachine'.
the original HM3 was first presented in 2009. its kinetically energetic engine is displayed on the top of the watch, where the swinging battle-axe-shaped rotor - an iconic MB&F symbol - and the fast-oscillating balance are visible. the time is indicated around twin cones which rise from the watch's three-dimensional sculpted case that is driven by oversized ceramic ball bearings. MB&F's engineers and watchmakers machine, hand-finish and assemble the 305 parts of the HM3 engine to tolerances of a micron.
for 'jwlrymachine', boucheron's artisans have conceived the HM3 as a three-dimensional jewelled owl, presented either in 18k white gold, with amethyst, diamonds with blue and violet sapphires, or in 18k red gold, with pink tourmaline, rose quartz, diamonds and pink sapphires.
the owl's eyes are large glowing cabochons, set over the twin cones, its wings wrapped protectively around the HM3's engine, pavé-set with brilliant-cut stones. its feathered breast is sculpted and engraved from a single block of amethyst or rose quartz. beneath the breast, the owl's heart appears to be beating. this visual illusion is created by the faintly perceived swings of MB&F's solid-gold battle-axe-shaped rotor beneath the translucent stone. ...
the original HM3 was first presented in 2009. its kinetically energetic engine is displayed on the top of the watch, where the swinging battle-axe-shaped rotor - an iconic MB&F symbol - and the fast-oscillating balance are visible. the time is indicated around twin cones which rise from the watch's three-dimensional sculpted case that is driven by oversized ceramic ball bearings. MB&F's engineers and watchmakers machine, hand-finish and assemble the 305 parts of the HM3 engine to tolerances of a micron.
for 'jwlrymachine', boucheron's artisans have conceived the HM3 as a three-dimensional jewelled owl, presented either in 18k white gold, with amethyst, diamonds with blue and violet sapphires, or in 18k red gold, with pink tourmaline, rose quartz, diamonds and pink sapphires.
the owl's eyes are large glowing cabochons, set over the twin cones, its wings wrapped protectively around the HM3's engine, pavé-set with brilliant-cut stones. its feathered breast is sculpted and engraved from a single block of amethyst or rose quartz. beneath the breast, the owl's heart appears to be beating. this visual illusion is created by the faintly perceived swings of MB&F's solid-gold battle-axe-shaped rotor beneath the translucent stone. ...
Colonel Frank J. Hecker House (Alternative View, B&W)--Detroit MI
The Hecker House is perhaps the most opulent of the late-19th century mansions that once lined the city's main thoroughfare, Woodward Avenue. Around the corner from this manse you will find the home of Mr. Hecker's business partner, Charles Lang Freer. Both homes are listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
The mansion was built in the early 1890s at a cost of approximately $175,000 (including the cost of two lots on Woodward Avenue). At today's prices, this would work out to about $4 million--assuming you could find artisans to duplicate the structure's workmanship.
Architect Louis Kamper designed the Hecker House and another Chateauesque wonder, the Old Eighth Precinct building located on Grand River Avenue in Detroit. ...
I love this pelican. Wish s/he'd visit me.
...What’s not to love about Anomalocaris?
The undulating lobes, compound eyes, and 2 terrifying barb-like spikes in front of the mouth make this 1 meter long creature look like something out of a nightmare (An AWESOME nightmare).
No wonder someone thought it would make a great pumpkin carving idea. This 500 million year old Cambrian creature would scare the pants off of anyone (OR anything) it comes in contact with…speaking of which…did you notice the little trilobite swimming for its life??? This amazing predatory arthropod swam the seas hunting for softer bodied creatures as well as crunchy hard-bodied trilobites. Precious. It makes my heart pitter-patter. The sheer time, effort, and accuracy put into carving this pumpkin is amazing.
We salute you, Cambrian Era paleo-nerds!
Ta much, dear Anneliese
The undulating lobes, compound eyes, and 2 terrifying barb-like spikes in front of the mouth make this 1 meter long creature look like something out of a nightmare (An AWESOME nightmare).
No wonder someone thought it would make a great pumpkin carving idea. This 500 million year old Cambrian creature would scare the pants off of anyone (OR anything) it comes in contact with…speaking of which…did you notice the little trilobite swimming for its life??? This amazing predatory arthropod swam the seas hunting for softer bodied creatures as well as crunchy hard-bodied trilobites. Precious. It makes my heart pitter-patter. The sheer time, effort, and accuracy put into carving this pumpkin is amazing.
We salute you, Cambrian Era paleo-nerds!
Ta much, dear Anneliese
My God/dess, I love this!
'Tis me current wallpaper, even.
This person's artwork is fabulous!
(African)
Date - 1875/1900
Medium - Wood with screws, nails, blades, cowrie shell and other materials
Dimensions - 46 x 18 1/2 x 14 1/4 in. (116.8 x 47 x 36.2 cm.)
Department - Africa, Oceania & Indigenous Americas
Classification - Sculpture
Credit - Founders Society Purchase, Eleanor Clay Ford Fund for African Art
Accession No. 76.79
Provenance - Formerly in the Collection of: Museum fur Volkerkunde, Leipzig.
Security guards at the DIA claim it's haunted. The museum is closed, but strange, loud noises frequently issue from the room where it lives, and no cause is ever discovered.
Passiflora caerulea - Blue Passion Flower
Ta much, dear Edosan
Tried to grow a Maypop (Passiflora incarnata, AKA Wild Passion Flower) plant
but a particularly nasty and foul Winter put paid to it, I'm afraid.
Johnny Depp joins primary school's pirate mutiny
08 Oct 2010
When you're planning to lead a mutiny against your teachers, who better to enlist than Hollywood's most famous pirate?
Nine-year-old Beatrice Delap did just that by writing to Captain Jack Sparrow, star of the Pirates of the Caribbean films. "We are a bunch of budding young pirates. Normally we're a right handful but we're having trouble mutinying against the teachers. We'd love it if you could come and help," she wrote.
To the astonishment of staff at Meridian primary school in Greenwich, south-east London, Captain Jack arrived in the form of Johnny Depp, the actor who plays him. Depp is filming the latest Pirates of the Caribbean instalment at the nearby Old Royal Naval College.
Beatrice said: "I had the idea to write the letter last week after me and a friend went to see the film set. Yesterday the school called us in for a special assembly at the end of the day.
"Then Johnny Depp walked in dressed as Captain Jack. There were gasps and screams. He pulled the letter out of his pocket and said he was going to frame it. Then he called me down and gave me a hug.
"He said the pirates were going to take over the school and only eat candy and our teeth would turn black and fall out. But he said we shouldn't mutiny against the teachers because there were some police outside and we might get into trouble. It was the most exciting school day ever."
Acting head teacher Jo Graham said: "It was a very memorable day."
08 Oct 2010
When you're planning to lead a mutiny against your teachers, who better to enlist than Hollywood's most famous pirate?
Nine-year-old Beatrice Delap did just that by writing to Captain Jack Sparrow, star of the Pirates of the Caribbean films. "We are a bunch of budding young pirates. Normally we're a right handful but we're having trouble mutinying against the teachers. We'd love it if you could come and help," she wrote.
To the astonishment of staff at Meridian primary school in Greenwich, south-east London, Captain Jack arrived in the form of Johnny Depp, the actor who plays him. Depp is filming the latest Pirates of the Caribbean instalment at the nearby Old Royal Naval College.
Beatrice said: "I had the idea to write the letter last week after me and a friend went to see the film set. Yesterday the school called us in for a special assembly at the end of the day.
"Then Johnny Depp walked in dressed as Captain Jack. There were gasps and screams. He pulled the letter out of his pocket and said he was going to frame it. Then he called me down and gave me a hug.
"He said the pirates were going to take over the school and only eat candy and our teeth would turn black and fall out. But he said we shouldn't mutiny against the teachers because there were some police outside and we might get into trouble. It was the most exciting school day ever."
Acting head teacher Jo Graham said: "It was a very memorable day."
Mapping Stereotypes by alphadesigner
Europe - Where I Live
Europe According to Gay Men
Italy, According to Italy
Ta much, dear Edosan - whom, fellow Categorian, you may blame for the spate of lolsquirrels what follows.
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Ta much, dear Edosan! Seeing it drove me to post this semi-tangent:
The Horse Song
Iggy Pop
Zombie Birdhouse (1982)
I never saw you before
I never smelled Spring before
Now I'm at your door
And I hope you're unusual
very unusual
Now I'm at your door
And when you nicely ask me in
I'm staring at your shoes
and I don't wonder why
I feel like a horse
We can stray
out on the open range
Missing the everyday
with its hidden claws
Spring snow
And when you brush me
you brush me with your eyes
I think you've noticed that
I don't want to be a bad guy anymore
I never saw you before
but you're unusual
and now i'm at your door
I feel safe and warm
I feel
I feel
I feel
I feel
Like a
Horse
ha ha ha ha
what's this?
Trilobite Fez - XL (23.5")
$50.00
The Trilobite Fez
High Profile Fez - 3 color on Blue Slate
500,000,000 years in the making and long over due, we are now proud to bring you the Silver Trilobite Fez! This has been one of those ideas that has been kicking around for some time and after getting numerous requests, we have finally brought them back from extinction.
Ta much, dear Anneliese
$50.00
The Trilobite Fez
High Profile Fez - 3 color on Blue Slate
500,000,000 years in the making and long over due, we are now proud to bring you the Silver Trilobite Fez! This has been one of those ideas that has been kicking around for some time and after getting numerous requests, we have finally brought them back from extinction.
Ta much, dear Anneliese
It's hot stuff, yeah, an' it's everywhere I go.
...some of our beloved readers suggested what we're dealing with here are in fact supersized flying side cutters, no doubt created from some advanced alien alloy capable of overcoming the most stubborn example of mankind's puny cable technology. ...
Giant flying pliers menace West Bromwich
Street View captures transdimensional DIY moment
By Lester Haines
12th March 2010
...we invite you to ponder the disturbing case of the West Bromwich giant flying pliers, submitted by a shaken Craig Keightley:
The gravitational distortion effect around the pliers suggest they've just passed through a transdimensional portal from an alternative universe where perhaps the inhabitants just take their DIY a lot more seriously or, more chillingly, entire solar systems have been subdued by pitiless, Borg-like plier creatures.
Just in case it's the latter, I for one would like to welcome, and so forth... ®
Bootnote:
StreetViewFun is calling this piece of strangeness "God's Pliers". Divine provenance? You decide.
Street View captures transdimensional DIY moment
By Lester Haines
12th March 2010
...we invite you to ponder the disturbing case of the West Bromwich giant flying pliers, submitted by a shaken Craig Keightley:
The gravitational distortion effect around the pliers suggest they've just passed through a transdimensional portal from an alternative universe where perhaps the inhabitants just take their DIY a lot more seriously or, more chillingly, entire solar systems have been subdued by pitiless, Borg-like plier creatures.
Just in case it's the latter, I for one would like to welcome, and so forth... ®
Bootnote:
StreetViewFun is calling this piece of strangeness "God's Pliers". Divine provenance? You decide.
Sitting on concrete stairs, starving - even with an epically wretched hangover - can't diminish the glory of Brunch With Bach.
Ta much, dear Zaxy
Dear Anneliese hipped me to another version of this video, and I found this one myself.
Ta much for this bit of bizarrerie, dear Edosan
Malki!'s wife Nikki made this. :)
Sexy, vast, eggy popover sort of thing.
C'est magnifique.
C'est magnifique.
Classic racecar fans might find this offer appealing: if the idea of owning, restoring and maintaining a 1950s racecar requires too much commitment, why not “experience” one for a week through the twisty mountain roads of Europe? Contrary to the modern trend of making supercars more and more easy to drive with electronic assistance, the Huet Brothers’ Triumph TR6-based “HB Special” is very much an accomplished driver’s car that rewards concentration, skill and finesse if you want to get the most out of it. Mind the dress code, though!
The Huet Brothers have come up with an interesting business model; they’re building 12 HB Special classic racecar replicas, and instead of offering them for sale, they’re offering auto enthusiasts the chance to drive them on 4-day 5-night tours around gorgeous and historical European locations.
The HB specials themselves are carbon-fiber bodies mounted on heavily modified Triumph TR6 frames and engines. The cars have been constructed with the pure goal of delivering the driving experience and feeling of a 50s racecar. There’s no roof – if it rains, you get wet - and there’s no ABS, stability or traction control to hold your hand as you punt these little beauties up the mountain. It’s pure man-and-machine stuff, requiring skill, involvement, control and concentration if you want to make good time. ...
The Huet Brothers have come up with an interesting business model; they’re building 12 HB Special classic racecar replicas, and instead of offering them for sale, they’re offering auto enthusiasts the chance to drive them on 4-day 5-night tours around gorgeous and historical European locations.
The HB specials themselves are carbon-fiber bodies mounted on heavily modified Triumph TR6 frames and engines. The cars have been constructed with the pure goal of delivering the driving experience and feeling of a 50s racecar. There’s no roof – if it rains, you get wet - and there’s no ABS, stability or traction control to hold your hand as you punt these little beauties up the mountain. It’s pure man-and-machine stuff, requiring skill, involvement, control and concentration if you want to make good time. ...
God, it's a sexy little thing!
Ame no Wataame (Cotton Candy from Candy) is no ordinary home cotton candy maker. Instead of making the standard varieties of cotton candy, you can make it from your favorite real candy, even if it’s sugar-free!
Simply insert a compatible (see below) candy (or mix a few together) into the top loader and turn the lever to drop it into the heater. After turning on the heater, you can use a chopstick or other stick to make delicious cotton candy. ...
Ta much, dear MSiegel! I found th' following two because of you!
Simply insert a compatible (see below) candy (or mix a few together) into the top loader and turn the lever to drop it into the heater. After turning on the heater, you can use a chopstick or other stick to make delicious cotton candy. ...
Ta much, dear MSiegel! I found th' following two because of you!
The compact Victor JVC XA-AW33 bath mp3 player/speaker is designed specifically for use in the bath, either in or out of the water. With an internal memory of 256MB, you can easily load your favorite music directly from your computer via USB and get up to 15 hours of playback time! It features an NXT flat panel speaker with IPX7 waterproofing, as well as a blue light to stylishly enhance the water as it floats on top. Along with great sound, it has simple controls and elegant style. ...
A replica of the N700 series Shinkansen, the Sushi Train and Game allows you to play with trains while you play with (and eventually eat) your food! The included controller makes you the meal conductor as well.
While the train set is also a fun game for picking up the fake sushi (included!) as the train moves around the tracks, it's also perfect for real meals as well. Set up your own kaiten sushi shop right at your dinner table. ...
While the train set is also a fun game for picking up the fake sushi (included!) as the train moves around the tracks, it's also perfect for real meals as well. Set up your own kaiten sushi shop right at your dinner table. ...
Titled as an A1953 Gardner, this Ford Vega roadster was built some twenty years before a Chevrolet of the same name popped up. The only example came up for sale at The Barrett-Jackson’s Scottsdale Auction. The following is an excerpt from their catalogue.
This one off prototype was commissioned by Ford Motor Company and financed by Henry Ford II. Willys Wagner, stylist for the International Division of Ford Motor Company and the legendary Indy racecar designer Frank Kurtis awarded the project to automotive designer Vince Gardner. Vince’s resume includes Studebaker, Ford, Budd car body manufacturer, and most notably, the Auburn Automobile Company design department under the direction of Gordon Buehrig, the design team responsible for the famed Cord 810. Vince’s influences from his days at the Auburn Automobile Company are clearly evident in the Vega’s (Cord like) disappearing headlights. Vince spent over 2 years building the lightweight aluminum bodied roadster. Henry Ford would check on the progress and sometimes bring his celebrity friends, Groucho Marx and Red Skelton. ...
Ta much, dear Ar0cketman
This one off prototype was commissioned by Ford Motor Company and financed by Henry Ford II. Willys Wagner, stylist for the International Division of Ford Motor Company and the legendary Indy racecar designer Frank Kurtis awarded the project to automotive designer Vince Gardner. Vince’s resume includes Studebaker, Ford, Budd car body manufacturer, and most notably, the Auburn Automobile Company design department under the direction of Gordon Buehrig, the design team responsible for the famed Cord 810. Vince’s influences from his days at the Auburn Automobile Company are clearly evident in the Vega’s (Cord like) disappearing headlights. Vince spent over 2 years building the lightweight aluminum bodied roadster. Henry Ford would check on the progress and sometimes bring his celebrity friends, Groucho Marx and Red Skelton. ...
Ta much, dear Ar0cketman
There's some high-quality tea gear as well as high-quality high weirdness here.
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
/ Em - - - - B7 Em - / - - - - D - G - /
/ G - - - D Asus4 D - / Em D G - D - B7 - /
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off
And his penis...
---Well that's enough music for now, lads...heh heh heh
/ G - D - / / / /
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
/ Em - - - - B7 Em - / - - - - D - G - /
/ G - - - D Asus4 D - / Em D G - D - B7 - /
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off
And his penis...
---Well that's enough music for now, lads...heh heh heh
/ G - D - / / / /
It's a wonderful image: hats off to th' photographer!
M'tags say it all.
"Ain't that no shit!" as we Yankistanis so charmingly put it.
This is an absolutely gorgeous piece of writing. Dear SaveFerris' review proves only 99.7% of men are bastards: the rest are Gentlemen and Princes. :)