Fallen Astronaut is an aluminum sculpture of an astronaut in a spacesuit which commemorates astronauts who died in the advancement of space exploration. It is currently at Hadley Rille on the Moon, having been placed there by the crew of Apollo 15.
It’s the only art installation on the moon. Fourteen names are listed on the memorial plaque, but three are missing. The deaths of two cosmonauts were unknown to the western world, and one astronaut was accidentally overlooked.
[Found here.]
[Found here. Awesome stuff.]
Many sources mis-attribute these sculptures to eccentric Australian Albert (Tapper) Torney, but they’re the work of New Zealander Sandy, who sells plans and displays finished models here.
His process is brilliant, meticulous and it’s pure awesome.
[h/t Nancy H. via email]
His name is pronounced several ways and he was one talented mental case. Yeah, I know. He cut off his left ear and painted his portrait in the mirror, but this sanitizes it a bit.
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[Found here.]
Montreal police stopped to ticket an illegally parked DeLorean – made out of snow.
20 great stories of passive/agressive revenge. More here.
THE INSULT FILE includes such gems as this one:
“You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel. You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won’t make it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which became unbearable when the bioterrorists designed you.”
Parrot sounds off after his hated cage is destroyed. [NSFW, NSFK h/t Octopus]
Ah dinnae ken “air beige” until it was explained in this short video on Scottish slang [via].
Nice collection of Ed “Big Daddy” Roth graphics. More of Roth’s work here.
On sanctuary cities: Los Angeles residents spoke up at a City Board of Supervisors meeting before they were shut down (March 2017). The rude condescension of Supervisor Sheila Kuehl to her own constituents is stunning.
The J.C. Whitney Catalogue was the equivalent of a phonebook for amateur and professional auto mechanics. So many things I wanted (like a Klaxon horn) and so many things I couldn’t afford as a teenager. I bought a vinyl black “leather” jacket for $14 and a can of “Smell-Nu” for my ’57 Chevy. Worked so well I made my bedroom, bathroom, hallway, family room and kitchen smell like a new car. Mom was not pleased.
For $4 you can get a rear wheel outer grease seal for your 1928-38 Ford Model A. Presses into hub and keeps dirt out of the roller bearing, but you’re going to need two.
[Top image: 19th century loon-shaped Tsimshian seal grease bowl, found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 