I’d love to see a vid with a surfeit of skunks circling overhead and dropping into this dude’s lawn just to see what he does. Check out all the pelts stacked up on the side of his house. The guy’s a pro.
[Found here.]
Category: Food Stuff
Saturday Matinee – Vietnamese Coffee, One Small Plate For Man, Virtual Choir 3.0 & Buster Keaton
“How To Make Vietnamese Coffee.” (Hint: Step 1. Go to Vietnam.)
Neil Armstrong’s “That’s one small step for man…” could be translated “Un petit pas pour l’homme,” and the title of the film is “Un petit plat pour l’homme” can be translated as “One Small Dish For Man”
3rd year animation project (assigned subject “Kitchen”) from Charron/Onectin via email. Very cool.
Eric Whitacre‘s Virtual Choir 3 is awesome and kinda creepy at the same time.
His call for the Virtual Choir 3.0, which included a purpose-built website to make video collection easier and more uniform, set a new record. It included 3476 videos from 76 different nations, including one from Vanuatu. That is the video you see above.
[Found here.]
Buster Keaton’s 1926 comedy The General is based on a real event. In April 1862 a group of Union volunteers hijacked a Confederate train in Georgia and led the rebels on an 88-mile, six-hour chase through the state, tearing up tracks and cutting telegraph lines as they went and releasing cars behind them to slow their pursuers. The conspirators ran out of fuel just short of Chattanooga, their goal, but the Union awarded a Medal of Honor to most of them for the exploit.
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“I was more proud of that picture than any I ever made,” Keaton said in 1963. “Because I took an actual happening out of the … history books, and I told the story in detail, too.”
[Found here.]
That’s probably enough stuff to keep you out of trouble for a while. Have a great weekend, folks, and hope tomorrow is cooler.
The .Gif Friday Post No.236 – Psyche Ducky, ChocoLoLo & “STOP IT!”
Chock Full O’ Vitamin Z
At The Market
I’d like to try a little bit of everything, just don’t tell me what it is.
[Found here. Click on the image for full sized glory.]
The Ol’ Fishy Holes
Found via google image search and yeah, I really was looking for canned fish assholes.
Everyone Eats At My House
[Found here.]
Susan Boyle’s Pancakes
[Found here.]
Saturday Matinee & Cinco de Mayo – Tijuana Brass, Snacktime, Tim Armstrong & HorrorPops
Cinco de Mayo has its roots in the French occupation of Mexico, which took place in the aftermath of the Mexican-American War of 1846-48, the Mexican Civil War of 1858, and the 1860 Reform Wars. These wars left the Mexican Treasury in ruins and nearly bankrupt. On July 17, 1861, Mexican President Benito Juárez issued a moratorium in which all foreign debt payments would be suspended for two years. In response, France, Britain, and Spain sent naval forces to Veracruz to demand reimbursement. Britain and Spain negotiated with Mexico and withdrew, but France, at the time ruled by Napoleon III, decided to use the opportunity to establish a Latin empire in Mexico that would favor French interests, the Second Mexican Empire. [Wiki]
So in other words, a nearly bankrupt country stopped paying bills until three big debt collectors showed up. Two of them settled, but the third took it a step further. Mr. Françoise (aka Lucky Pierre) knocked on the door and said, “Nice place you got here. Shame if anything should happen to it.” The rest is history.
In celebration of Cinco de Mayo, here’s Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass with some very embarrassing people of European heritage dancing. (No one in Alpert’s band was actually Hispanic.)
Jonco finds stuff on the internest that nobody else can see, and here’s proof.
Tim Armstrong Ska. [via]
Any band named HorrorPops gets my vote (and we’ve posted about them here before). There’s something inherently cool about a mashup between punk, psychobilly, hotrods and Denmark. Besides, they got a curvy girl with tatts on stand up bass singing lead.
With that, have a great weekend, folks.
*Poof* You’re a hoagy.
[via RSM]
Hard to tell who she’s addressing with that sign while waddling in a parade of fugliness. I guess one of the other javelinas demanded a snack and Ms. Cerdita Hambrienta was having none of it, perhaps because the L.A. “We Have Vajayjays And You Don’t” protest march had yet to make it to the trough.
[Crossposted here.]
Tacky Raccoons 
