An installation art work entitled “Leviathanation” by Huang Yongping features a giant fish head made from fiberglass, stuffed animals and a train is displayed at a gallery in Beijing, China.
[Found in here.]
Tag: Train
Duelling Hot Links
Remember the banjo boy from Deliverance? His name is Billy Redden.
Shannon asks the wrong guy to do a missing cat poster.
[Update 20 July 2010– David Thorne’s website is here. Expect to be entertained for the next few hours.]
Awesome model train museum in Germany is awesome.
Here’s a phrase you don’t hear often: Virtual Centipede Head.
Here’s another phrase you don’t hear often: Virtual Sinus Surgery Simulator.
This blog is rated PG because I used word “fart” once and said “crack” three times, according to this site.
The world’s most annoying parrot?
[Update– Deleted reference to FaceBook probs.]
Please Remain Seated Until the Captain Has Turned Off the Seatbelt Warning Light.
Exiting the hatch should be interesting.
[Image from here.]
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UPDATE: Thanks to a link from Reddit, here’s the story. It was a metro accident in the Ukraine in May of 2007 [story here]. Via Google Translate, we get the gist of it:
Metropolitan Express. As it were. Events eyewitness.
In short, what it was. I sat down today in the 167th Kiev on the Dnieper-Pjatihatki-butt. Conductor took the tickets, but never gave.
We drove normally. As always, stupid movie, as always tea. Already around 22:30 it started. Essno flashed in an instant. I drove the car at the very beginning, back in the direction of travel, which insanely happy. Before us was the only car-wagon. Let’s go, go, suddenly thrust. As always, the first thought when you wake up at night from the jolt in the car – push and settle down. But no, the car started to throw from side to side. Then he began to lurch from grinding. On the shelves poured luggage. Among the passengers was not much noise. When everything had settled down, began to understand everything and everything is in order. The car does not hurt anybody, like the conductor saw that hurt.The first car the most, not counting the first section of the lock, fell on its side. My neighbor’s window was covered with a grid of cracks. The rest remained intact.
The first desire of passengers – more quickly get out of the car. But there sounded clever ideas: we do not know where we are, whether we will still fall and in what condition the car. Quickly came to their senses when they saw the rail under the windows. Began to slowly get out out through the usual exit.Arriving in itself, took the camera and started klatsat. Photos will be later. People also podastavali camera down, and phones. And all so much fun. Smile Behind the scenes sounded a joke: “Call the conductor, even pick up the glasses.”
Almost all the passengers taken away somewhere having taken the train. I left the coach with its neighbors in a jeep. Waiting for him in the house SHCH, where the police had no news from privoloch who took Marauder – found him two new pairs of women’s shoes in a box and a bunch of canned goods. My uncle was a kind and take a drop too much baggage to explain the origin could not.
Train wreck in 70-100 meters from the little station Rasava Southwestern Railroad around 22:30 on Wednesday May 2, 2007. This, in my mind, the first serious accident “Capital Express”.
PS That’s really never would have thought that out of the car past the boiler so narrow, if selected by him when he is in a horizontal position.
The Ignosecond
The Ignosecond is roughly defined as the time between the moment one does something inherently stupid and the moment one realizes that it’s too late to stop the results of that action.
Example: You exit your car, lock the car door and swing it shut; immediately before the car door latches you realize that your keys are still in the ignition. That minuscule span of time is called the Ignosecond.
Underrated comedian Rich Hall coined the term “Sniglet” for something that ought to have a word to describe it but doesn’t. “Ignosecond” is such a word.
Because of the instantaneous nature of the Ignosecond, it’s very difficult to capture the image precisely when it occurs, so some of these images below are actually “Pre-Igno” and/or “Post-Igno.”
Although this “Post-Ignosecond” was staged, this happened to a college buddy who grabbed the “Head & Shoulders” shampoo instead of the toothpaste.
True ignosecond. The dog lived, but was never quite the same. His stance widened considerably, but other than that was fine, and earned the nickname “LowBrow.”
Post ignosecond for this dog who learned that he can’t herd boars.
True ignosecond. Both riders suddenly realized why bikers wear leather.
True ignosecond.
Pre-ignosecond has passed. Post-ignosecond coming up.
Pre-ignosecond. The guy on the left is about to try to scare the bear. Then he’ll experience the nasty end of the ignosecond.
Post ignosecond: “…and then when the beer spilled I dropped my cigareet onto my lap and that’s when I hit the ‘celerator instead of the brakes! Thank God it’s your wife’s car!” [True story from here via Arbroath.]
IGNOSECOND TRIFECTA! All three had their own ignoseconds caught on tape (four including the cameraman).
Years ago when Bunk was a lil’ tad, Momma Strutts accidentally locked the keys to the Ford Country Squire IN the Ford Country Squire, in the AGC grocery store parking lot. She called my father to bring the extra key. That’s when the ignosecond struck. While waiting for Papa Strutts to show up, I found that one of the rear passenger doors was still unlocked. Momma was not stupid; she deftly opened the door, and without saying anything, pushed the lock button down and shut it. I’ve always admired her for that.
[Images from [Insert Witty Title] and AmyOops.]
Tacky Raccoons 