Yeah, we had ’em.
We’d split them up, Germans vs. Allies, set them up in the dirt, then each of us would shoot rubber bands at the opponent’s “army.” If the rubber band knocked over a soldier, he was taken off of the battlefield as KIA.
If you shot a rubber band off your thumb, hit or miss, it became part of your opponent’s arsenal. If you were a good shot but too aggressive, you might run out of rubberband ammo and lose the battle. Strategy & Tactics for 8 year old boys.
Not to disparage the late Butane James, but being born dead and recovering is one helluva fetus. Aside from that, this compilation is completely awesome.
Mrs. Miller sings Petula Clark’s hit “Downtown.” Double dog dare you to listen to the whole thing.
“What The Hell Did Jesse Jackson Say?” is a radio game show on AM640KFI hosted by Tim Conway Jr. (who’s funny as hell, and the game is tougher than you think).
What you get when you heat aluminum to 1200 degrees F and pour it into an ant colony [via].
Mozilla has a new add-on for FireFox that allows you to see who’s tracking you across the internet called “Lightbeam” (originally named “Collusion”). In February 2012, Mozilla CEO Gary Kovacs explained it’s origin and purpose at a TED Talk.
“I made this powerpoint for this week’s lesson – Regional/Iconic American Foods. I went back through and replaced all the text with my student’s reactions.” His students are Chinese.
Airhorn Classics – Various Artists [via].
Top image found here.
According to some venues these days, everyone hates being born white, so here’s the solution. Flick the Zippo, fire up the burner, and whammo.
Instant tan. Guaranteed to turn your hair black, too.
[Found in here.]
A hayseed, a jug o’ hard cider with a corncob bung, and a pumpkin. The guy’s ready for anything.
[Found here.]
The Sand Castle, 1977,
Loud, piercing and sharp… a whistle is hard to ignore. But whistling languages are in danger of dying out. But residents of Kusköy on the Black Sea coast still communicate by whistling.An ee sounds higher than an ah. Consonants are distinguished by changes in pitch over different intervals of time. Eskimos communicate with whistles; so do indigenous people in the Amazon, and in Europe shepherds keep boredom at bay and communicate by whistling to each other. But the world’s 70 whistling languages are slowly becoming extinct. Kusköy in Turkey is defending the tradition.
[Found here.]
And because last night was a full moon, with a partial penumbral eclipse that no one noticed, we have these:
David Gilmore’s acoustic version of “Breathe”
Nat King Cole’s version of “Blue Moon,” and this:
I’m not sure if Harpo was self-taught, but I know that some items in his Wikipedia entry are contradicted by Groucho’s Autobiography. The story I recall (that means “I seem to remember but I’m too lazy to research it”): there was a dispute with a theater owner where the brothers were perfoming. Harpo was pissed, said he hoped the place burned down. It did, and Harpo vowed never to speak on stage again. I don’t know if it’s true, but I recall (again, that means “I seem to remember but I’m too lazy to research it”) that’s what Groucho claimed.
Have a great weekend, folks.
Bunk
Bizarre illustrations by Gustave Doré from The Mythology Of The Rhine And The Stories Of The Grandmother, 1863.
On 6 September 2013, NASA unintentionally launched a frog. True.
Kiwis replumb a friend’s house with beer. Pure awesome prank, even though it was promoted by these guys.
(Tip of teh tarboosh to SH.)
Tiny Cupcakes and Pies is very cool [via].
Some folks on Reddit liked our 2009 post on the timeless brilliance of Milton Friedman.
The Grimm Brothers. Nasty stories.
Interview with Robyn Adele Anderson, vocalist for Post Modern Jukebox, and featured in the .gif animation above. Pure awesome.
Awesome Retro Cover of Miley Cyrus’ “We Can’t Stop,” and it beats the hell out of the original. Post Modern Jukebox is amazing, and that song is dedicated to Calo who’s having some tough times. Get well, Suki.
Jason D. Williams cranks boogiewoogie piano and feeds the ghost of Jerry Lee Lewis.
It can almost outrun a human, but humans get tired. This thing doesn’t.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here tomorrow for more of the usual awesome.
Tacky Raccoons 