Snow White’s Patio

Her neighbors are not amused.

[Found here. Related post here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 600 – Do do do do, Equine Nasal Recorder & Buttwigglin’

[Found here and here. The 3rd one I cropped, reversed, spliced, looped and resized from, um, here. Click on any .gif above to hear awesome.]

BTW, this post is kind of a landmark as we’ve been collecting .gif animations and posting three or more every Friday. That means we’ve got about 1,800 cool in our Archives. Have at ’em.

Gonna Turn It On Wind It Up Blow It Out GTFO

Nobody ever goes Full Fart.

[Psst: It’s a speed control gauge from a Swedish steam locomotive. Found here via here. And yeah, the title is a reference to this.]

Raccoon Dog?

Okay, I never heard of a raccoon dog until recently.

Prepare to be grossed out and disgusted.

[h/t Madame Jujujive.]

#3 Rebar With Neon Skimmer & Tomato Plant Hot Links

Big Beach Bubbles.

Photoshopped tan?

How to make a Miraphone.

László Bíró is possibly the greatest pen name ever.

Marcel Marceau‘s last words were, ”                               .”

This illusion works only once… as far as you know. If you’ve never seen it, stop the video at 0:55, reset to 0:00 and watch it again. If you’ve seen it before, watch the entire video non-stop, then smack your forehead.


Neither Southside Johnny nor Maria Muldaur wrote the song. Lois Mann & Henry Glover did, and The Swallows recorded it in 1951.

I first heard this song when I was 11. This song sounded so good, but I was curious as to what they were talking about. I’m like “Grandma, what are they talking about?”
She looked at me for a minute and replied, “They’re talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ meat.”

BTW, Lois Mann’s real name was Sidney Nathan.


[Top image: Libellula croceipennis aka “Neon Skimmer” spotted in my side yard.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 599 – 3 Blind Shots, Bouncing In Parabolas & Brain Damage Dance

 

[Found here, here and here.]

It’s College Orientation Week!

Lemme guess. She’s a Journalism Major.
[Found here.]

Not A Bad Likeness.

[Found here.]

THIS Is An “Assault-Style Weapon.”

I dunno, Babs, but I do know this. I’d rather have that than nothing.

[Found here.]

Nothing Much Happened Today.

[Found here.]