No, that’s not a rubber drywall screw. You won’t believe what it really is.
[Found here.]
Category: Bizarre
Hot Lynx
When I googled “Hot Lynx,” this came up. No explanation offered.
Cool illusion bro.
Gladys Knight sings her hit “Neither One Of Us” a capella. Here’s the original with the Pips.
Think you’ve got a good eye for colors? Try this hue test. (I got a score of 17.)
Throwable 360 degree camera ball has a thingy that detects the whatsit and takes pictures at the whatchamacallit so that you can look at where you were in 3D. If you get one, I want you to lob it into the polar bear exhibit.
The original version of “Do Wah Diddy Diddy” by The Exciters.
(h/t to planetross for telling me something I should’ve told him.)
If you missed the linky quietly added to the sidebar, I’m on Twitter, and I’m collecting followers. No content, one single tweet, that’s it. Retweets will bring you good luck and stuff.
Saturday Matinee – OWS Emos, Manfred Mann, Herman’s Hermits, The Tremeloes
That’s an Occupation Wall Street version of LEAVE BRITTNEY ALONE. These are adults (using the broadest definition – they’re at least 18 years old) and their ignorance will amaze you. NSFW/NSFK language. Let’s move on to funner stuff.
UPDATE: Meltdown boy identified!
A Breitbart.tv investigation has uncovered that the man whose epic meltdown video at the “Occupy Wall Street” protests went viral is really Edward T. Hall III. Mr. Hall is a Columbia graduate student who has a trust fund set up by his grandfather. He recently made headlines for trying to board a flight at JFK airport by hopping the ticket counter and diving onto the baggage carousel.
He was charged with trespassing and is free on “conditional release.”
Manfred Mann‘s Earth Band. I saw them live, they were great. “Blinded By The Light” ended with a big flash that left us seeing nothing but a big blue glow for a minute or so. After all these years I still have no idea what the lyrics mean.
Heck. Why not.
Herman’s Hermits 1965 hit “Mrs. Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter” was a nice pretty skiffle song.
The Tremeloes‘ 1967 hit “Here Comes My Baby.” Note that his “baby” showed up with another guy, and it comes as no surprise because she’s kind of a [drag] [skank] [slut] [other].
When you think of great 60s rock bands, do The Tremeloes hit your radar? They don’t, but they should, and that makes the mandated five videos for this post.
Have a great weekend, folks, and come back here tomorrow for more fun.
The .Gif Friday Post No.197 – Move The Tractor, Drop The Humvees & Pay Attention, Peckerhead.
Bucket Heads
[Image via; 1st interview via Weasel Zippers, 2nd via lgfretro. ]
Apparently, some of the “Occupy X” morons believe all U.S. Citizens who earn more than minimum wage deserve this.
My favorite brain-dead brilliance so far is this awesome interview, with this being a close second.
[P.S. Kudos to Urban Infidel for her photojournalistic ventures into the dark underbelly of OWS, and for her interview on Roger Hedgecock’s show on AM600KOGO. If anyone still thinks there’s cherry-picking going on, Zombie’s got more.]
[13 Oct 11 – Updated post with new links.]
Triple Shot of My Baby’s Love
A revolver made in Spain probably as a single piece because none of my friends and I remember ever seeing one, nor did I find something in the literature. To adapt the 6.35 pistol cartridge the cylinder has two connected rings in which one can insert the cartridges and closing the second ring, the cartridges are safely stored – similar today’s speed-loader. On the back of the strap is a switch, center position will hit the inner circle, left position six hits skipping one in the outer circle and after pushing to the right the firing pin will hit the remaining six cartridges. Under the switch is additional a safety blocking the hammer. It is a tip-down or break-open system similar the Smith & Wesson models. The 3″ barrel has a fixed front sight.
Eighteen 6.35mm cartridges, 3 synchronized firing pins, 3 barrels, 6 x 3 shots. I think that’ll do. [Found here. More accurate story here.]
The water can’t hear you, so why complain?
Give Us A Sign
Protesters pray on a disused billboard during a demonstration to demand the resignation of Yemen’s President Ali Abdullah Saleh in Sanaa, Yemen, Friday, Sept. 30, 2011.
Can you spot the apostates? [Found here.]
On Dervishes & Magic
[via]
I’ve got a friend who grew up in Pakistan. Decades ago I asked him about the Dervishes, and he was convinced that they were mystical. They could think chickens dead and make ants march in figure eights. He said he saw it with his own eyes.
Yep, there are ways to fool the eyes and the mind, all right. Squeeze enough ants to produce a liquid trail marker, they’ll march and write your name in cursive. Poison a chicken, yep, it’ll die. It’s called magic. The snake charmer knows that a cobra will follow your eyes. It’s a potentially deadly game, but the dervishes are in it for the money as tourist attractions, and they’re poor as dirt.
I don’t blame the dervishes a bit; they’re no different than palm readers or street magicians. If they entertain folks who are willing to toss some coin into the bucket, then they provide a service, in the entertainment business.
All it takes is knowledge and practice. I can beat you at Rock-Paper-Scissors. I can flip a quarter and make it turn up heads (or tails) every time, and I know how to make it land on the edge, too. I can get you to choose the wrong card in a 3-Card Monte game, and make you pick the Ace of Spades from a fresh deck you just opened and shuffled yourself.
And I love to bend spoons.
[crossposted here.]
Tacky Raccoons 