I desperately want to read the article under this title. What wondrous insight could vegetarians have had into this dirty little ailment?
The eighties would have looked quite different if the Vegalution hadn't been stopped in its tracks by the Vegalutionaries' inability to settle on a name they all liked.
"Here's a Powerpoint presentation. I'll throw in some clipart... and now it's shit."
They say this cat Gawd is a bad mother.
Shut yo mouth!
Hey, I'm talkin' 'bout Gawd!
I'm not one to speak ill of the dead, and after I heard this story I did consider whether my impulse to mock it was in bad taste. I'm sorry to report my Evil Wicked Side won out.<!--more-->
In English dialects, a stupid face is a gurn and gurning is the practice of making said faces. There are contests devoted to this Satanic malformation of the countenance.
Peter Jackman, pictured here, was a four-time champion gurner from Cumbria who apparently had his teeth removed in 2000 so he could look even crazier, and who was most notable for an innovative stupidface called the Bela Lugosi.
I totally did try to find a photo of him performing it, but the first page of my Google Images search turned my stomach and I couldn't bring myself to continue the search. Bad Alex. Bad blogger.
The crux of the story is that Mr Jackman was killed in a tragic accident in Spain. This honestly isn't anything to giggle about as I'm sure he was a nice chap -- but for the fact that he died when a fucking cliff face collapsed under him.
I don't know about you, but I think know an act of God when I see one. And to be fair, how would you feel? If you'd spent twenty billion years nurturing a universe in which a carbohydrate-rich planet could emerge and support the evolution of an ingenious and ambitious species with (generally) handsome features -- and then to see those bastards take pains to mangle their mugs as ridiculously as possible?
Me? I'd be ouraged, and my wrath would be swift.
MySpace users, take note. You may think that those photographs you take hide your fat jowls and make you look desirable, but really, you're just painting a big bullseye on your ass and daring the Almight to end you.
You've been warned.
MOMA NY asked Michael to record the construction of their new building. Above is the result of an almost 3-year exposure, presumably on a single plate. Note how ghostly the newer construction is, and how rock-solid the older buildings are. The streaks in the sky are the sun passing overhead, at different positions in different seasons.
What mesmerizes me most about this is the speckling in the center of the image. The spots look vaguely octagonal, so one would expect this to be lens flares. But according to the article this was recorded with pinhole camera, and more importantly, if the sun is in fluid motion, wouldn't the flare follow suit?
Anyone know what it might be?
Every single one of these rocks on so many levels.
Full gallery here: http://omgposters.com/2010/07/31/olly-moss-2010-rolling-roadshow-poster-series/
Oh my.
Um.
Well.
There was clearly a lot more going on in the '50s than boring old McCarthyism and the Red Scare.
John Nack's blog at Adobe.com often features these magnificent things. Where does he find them? One wonders.
As per his advice, do check out the 3:45 mark at least. Exquisite!
Charming story, this. A reminder of the value books, as physical objects, will hopefully always continue to have, no matter how much of their function is co-opted by Ebook devices!
For those of you who think the chilluns are deteriorating due to PlayBox and WiiSP 360, learn this lesson. Seeing a kid's brain underutilized due to sit-down-and-stare videogames is still better than seeing it turn into a radioactive sponge!
About a year ago I was going nuts over the announcement of Mac OS X 10.6, aka Snow Leopard, for all the wrong reasons: the advertising.
Only Apple Inc. could hang a huge promotional banner declaring 0 New Features to thunderous, and legitimate, applause. Snow Leopard was about tightening all the bolts, spending a year's engineering resources on tuning and improving the invisible core of the operating system. Normally, this kind of effort is secondary to creating new user-focused features one can advertise.
Bold, Steve.
But there was one piece ofp romo work that threw me into paroxysms of ecstasy, featured here:
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The term quantum leap has been used plenty often in ad copy throughout the decades, always evoking a sense of advancement, of scientific innovation with lasers and clean rooms and, oh yes, crystals.
http://www.youtube.com/v/cf3bRXGmkJE&hl=en&fs=1
Also a pretty cool TV show starring Count Bakula of Star Trek Enterprise fame. But they were all terribly, terribly wrong.
Erwin Schrödinger teaches us (well, not him per se, but considering I just pimped his work in the Schrödinger's Litterbox piece I thought I'd call him back) that quantum jumps are electrons transitioning from one quantum state to another within an atom thruogh a brief period of superposition.
In other words, it's an infinitessimally small change, one that can't be directly observed by mere mortals.
Like a desktop operating system which offers almost no new user-facing features.
Bingo.
Having known of the musical sensation Wing since before her fated South Park parody, I've always been at once smugly dismissive of her watery voice, poor pronunciation and frequent inability to keep time -- and deeply appreciative of her positivity and unbridled chutzpah.
Here she is in top form. Looking like she's been freshly beaten by her husband, still shaking, but nonetheless resplendent in her lovely dress, badass gloves and SHE-MULLET. She warbles on and off rhythm at whim!
You can't stop her! You don't have the SPINE.
(also, I'm cooking chicken tonight, don't judge me)
