Advanced Japanese technology proves that cats love to sit in bowls. Kawaaaaaaiiiii!
Save the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus! Okay, so this site was created as part of a weird experiment to test how much people believe nonsense they read on the internet, but that did not stop me from ordering one of these amazing posters.
Corey Feldman is kind of confusing at the best of times, but what in the great googly moogly is going on with his hair here? Did he.. was.. um.. were those “bangs” a conscious decision? It’s like some kind of horrible reverse rat tail. And the way he’s glaring with those mad eyes, daring you to mention his hair. Go ahead. Make Corey’s day.
(photo lifted from Baryonyx)
I’m not sure what’s more amazing: Denzel Washington’s propensity for hats, glasses, and facial hair, or the fact that Maxim magazine is occasionally astute and funny.
The internet has been a conduit for many horrible things, like hate-mongering or invasions of privacy or Tila Tequila, but this week it was redeemed. Yes, this week a company built an internet-controlled robot arm that plays with kittens. Kittens! Awww.
It’s not quite art and it’s not quite child abuse, but somewhere in between a phenomenon was born. via Mila’s Daydreams
Alternate Universe (retro) Posters. I would go see pretty much every single one of these.
Apparently KFC’s mother never taught it the difference between good attention and bad attention, because they seem to have decided that their grody Double Down chicken-as-bun sandwich is in fact a pillar upon which they can base new menu items. Enter the Skinwich. Yes, that’s right. Skinwich. (I don’t know what the KFC marketing team is paid, but it’s too much.)
According to the poor sucker who tried it, a Skinwich is “5 layers of fried chicken skin, lumped on a bun and topped with white American cheese and bacon”. And I mean, yes, it’ll get the company some publicity assuming anyone who casts their gaze upon it does not immediately drop dead from arterial failure, but only as a warning to others.
Punishments meted out to sinners in Dante Alighieri’s Inferno, via Lapham’s Quarterly.
National traitors are doomed to an eternity of cannibalism, whereas Gluttons get rain. Hello, I live in Vancouver! Sign me up, Dante!
