She’s got so much hair it’s blocked out all the sunlight. Good thing she got a tetanus shot, too.
[Found here.]
A wooden ball is set atop a long, wooden structure that might be a xylophone or a marimba, constructed in the middle of the woods. As the ball rolls downward, dropping onto each wooden “key,” it plays a note, and suddenly we are hearing Bach’s Cantata 147, “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring.” .. “We did not add any artificial music at all,” Harano wrote (though they did adjust some levels to “bring out the sound of river and nature”).
Yeah, ultimately it’s a commercial, but it’s still very very cool. [via]
R.I.P. Joey Ramone (d. 15 April 2001)
The New York Dolls were stuck between classic rock and proto-punk, but they had that pseudo-tranny stuff going on that turned off a lot of potential fans, at least in my opinion.
[Deleted the video. Screw ’em since they’ve blocked embedded links. If they don’t want free advertisement, then they shouldn’t post it on the Utoobage.]
The Katzenjammers. Nice trumpetingness. [h/t to Bunkessa]
So, in place of a cool video of the folks originally posted above, here are The Milenberg Joys. I think they had more talent than that Katzjamband anyway.
Red Nichols & His Five Pennies were awesome in their time.
Speaking of time, I’m out of it. Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more fun.
A high-speed drag race. A faulty hood latch. The driver’s view is blocked, and the gaping maw of certain death opens to quench its eternal hunger for blood and souls.
Hurtling through the space-time continuum, warping the laws of physics, a hero arrives in the nick of time.
In possession of unlimited mental powers yet untested, Captain Oblivious wrests the will of the power steering from the speeding vehicle. He laughs in the face of danger. “Ha, ha, ha,” muses Our Hero, as he maneuvers the machine away from peril and toward the relative safety of the raceway’s emergency sand trap.
Unbeknownst to Our Hero, the driver has already panicked. The driver screams as he jams on the brake pedal with both feet, and Captain Oblivious is thrown off at high velocity. Like a watermelon seed pinched between forefinger and thumb, Captain Oblivious is spit from the universe at the speed of whatever. The car slides to a safe stop in the sand.
With his mind swept clean of the memory of recent events, Captain Oblivious finds himself squatting naked in the vapor-ridden 10th dimension, fuzzily pondering his next assignment.
[Found here.]
[Found here.]
Update: My fault. I missed linking this to the source where I found it, so if anyone finds the source, leave it in the comments and I’ll update the broken link. –Bunk
[Click the image to see the awesome coolness of Capitol Records.]
Cooking for A**holes. (Is a language warning really needed?)
A Google search for “Church of the Toad of Light” brings up this article: Milking the Toad.
NatGeo Infinite Photo is infinite.
Big ‘ol honkin’ animals in the city.
Very cool .gif artistry here.
Cold case cryptology: The FBI is asking for public help with decoding a message found in the pocket of a murder victim. It doesn’t appear to be gibberish as at least one series of characters are repeated. I suspect it’s some kind of mnemonic. More here.
Tacky Raccoons 