(And look! There’s a sneaky imitator at trolololololololololo.com: note one fewer “lo”.)
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updated in PDX by
Lisa Gidley from spiraling.com
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Who knew that cakes shaped as ashtrays or tins of chaw were so popular these days? Click through for more.
An incredibly elaborate video of Rube Goldberg-esque semi-controlled chaos, full of rolling balls and paint splatters and total awesomeness.
(Now with embeddability, after OK Go noted that video views dropped 90% when their record company disabled embedding — though in this case you should click through to the large version!)
A classic Warner Bros. retelling of “The Three Little Pigs,” in which the pigs are actually cool jazz cats and the Big Bad Wolf is a stage-crashing bad trumpeter and total square.
“I’m on a horse!” should be the catchphrase of Spring ‘10.
(More similar clips at Old Spice’s YouTube channel.)
Via Douglas.
My son and I were just reading an issue of Ranger Rick about seahorses, including teeny-tiny, bumpy pygmy seahorses that blend so beautifully into their watery abodes of gorgonian corals. Then I came back to my computer, where Roger Ebert had linked this pygmy-seahorse video on his Twitter. Aww.
He was one of the first great chefs of Philadelphia - in fact, of the young nation. The chief cook in President George Washington’s home here in 1790 had only one name: Hercules. In the mansion’s open-hearth kitchen, where elaborate banquets were prepared, where spitted meats sizzled and “fricaseys” simmered in cast-iron pans over hickory fires, underlings scurried to execute the orders of Hercules, “the great master-spirit,” according to one account, who seemed to be everywhere at once. To Washington, however, Hercules was what he called that “species of property” - a slave. And though his talents would earn Hercules extraordinary privileges, including an income, fine clothes, and freedom to roam the city, Washington also went to great lengths to maintain the bondage of his prized cook - with deception, slave catchers, and, eventually, an attempt to stash him at Mount Vernon.
Twitter sensation Shit My Dad Says is becoming a TV pilot with William Shatner set to play the larger-than-life dad at the center of it.
Of course. Is this the first Twitter account to become a TV pilot?
You just thought you didn’t need the “Need to Tinkle” King Tutankhamun Meerkat Bathroom Statue.
(via mudwerks: trixietreats: nevver)
How many oranges do you need to power an iPhone?

