Thursday, March 18th, 2010
Steve Jobs Cheese Head Supreme
Chef Ken has taken Mac Fanboy-dom and food sculptural likenesses to a…ahem…cheesy new level. Savor the delights of Steve Jobs head on an appetizer platter, in a sizzling plate of “iPad Thai” or in a festive nacho concoction. A big ghastly when his head melts all over the chips. I can’t really say much more.
Friday, March 12th, 2010
Awesome Video Of The Day: Scanner Memoirs
It’s Friday, you’re looking forward to the weekend, and you’re feeling a bit kooky. Is this what you do when the boss isn’t looking?
By Damon Stea.
Thursday, March 11th, 2010
Slash Shredz! (Sorta…)
For all you post-modern ironic lovers of the power of technology to rearrange, interrupt and recontextualize….wait, let me start over. This video is HI-larious. Maybe it’s because I have been in rooms full of stinky dudes agape at footage of Slash’s classic 1992 Tokyo concert, going, “My god! This solo is a veritable treasure trove of repeating pentatonic licks! Slash is God! We are not worthy!” (Sorta.) Well, Mr. StSanders has thoroughly confounded legions of shred-lovers. He “voices over” in near perfect timing clunker-rific dissonent solos that are the worst you have ever heard over all my favorite obnoxious guitar-heroes, including, but not limited to, The Satch-master, Steve Vai, Clapton, and others.
Monday, March 8th, 2010
Love-Padlocks
In the spirit of love, love, love craaazy love, here’s an interesting little trend of the heart I found via Buzzfeed. 30 years ago, in the center of a little town called Pecs in the south of Hungary, lovers clamped padlocks to a wrought-iron fence as a symbol of their commitment to one another. Since that time, needless to say the trend has caught on around the world. I find the whole thing rather interesting, it reminds me a little bit of the padlock Nancy gave Sid as a symbol of their junkie-tainted pirate love gone bad. How does one propose the proverbial love-lock? “Honey, I think it’s time we head down to the town center and clamp a lock on it, what do you say!” What’s bizarre to me is the image of clunky, over-locked bars and gates, weighed down by the sheer magnitude of their unwieldy weight, somehow doesn’t look so sweet. It actually kind of looks like something your psychotic ex-girlfriend would do right before she hacked into your Facebook account, found out you’re a cheater, and slashed your tires.



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