I mean, it is nice to have somewhere to go that knows just about anything you ask it -- but do we really need an encylopedia that has an entire division dedicated to this?
All of that said, the newest online campaign by Pepsi's UK group has a lot going for it. I'd say that it's more than the sum of its parts, but when you add an internet prank to some really killer variable video technology AND a super hot girl, the sum of your parts is actually pretty nifty.
For the record, I failed miserably -- but to be fair, I only gave it a minute of my time (or at least that's what it said on the dial of my Folex).
Further proof that while Google will one day own all our souls, they'll do their best to make us smile along the way.
I feel a little like John Lovitz in that old SNL sketch here, but there's NSFW and then there's NSFW -- and as overqualified as I might be for the position, it ain't my job to find your naughty pictures for you.
At the same time, what would your sunday morning be without a little hanky panky, eh? So without any further ado -- here's a couple of goodies for you to check out now that you're on the fun side of the firewall.
Now get out there and enjoy the rest of your weekend -- but make sure you clean up before you go, lest you catch some sort of disease, you pervs.
On my planet, this courtesy announcemnt would play before every movie. On a lot of people's planets, Sex in the City would have never gone away (regardless of the consequences)
I thought you'd like a quick update on the treatment of my Shuffle addiction. I'm sorry that all I could do was email, my therapist found out I had ShuffleMobile on my phone, and they took it away. Otherwise, things aren't too bad here at the institution... though the food isn't very exciting, and they never show any good movies in the common room.
Still, I barely think about Shuffle anymore. I've been reading some great real-crime novels and they've even suggested other educational games to fill the void.
Plus, I've had time to work on all of those projects I've been talking about. I've finished my line of dog costumes, recorded a few songs, and nearly completed a screenplay that will be a real tear-jerker, if we can cast the right star.
The medicine is helping, too... last night I didn't dream about little marbles at all (instead, I was a limo driver in San Francisco. What a nightmare!). I'm sure I'll get plenty of good rest now, as long as that cat doesn't come around.
So overall I'm doing really well. Unless they shuffle things around, I should be able to shuffle out of here in a shuffle of weeks. And who knows? Maybe I'll be able to shuffle this energy into a new talent.
These days limos seem more of a rental thing for everyone. With story after story of millionare Hollywood starlets and pro atheletes who are getting busted for speeding, DUI, or getting in crashes I guess the idea of having someone drive you around in your huge stretch caddy is something that's past it's prime.
Still, it's hard not to get a little chuckle out of these photos of what happens when you rent a limo to drive you around the impossibly hilly landscapes of San Francisco.
Use the early levels to get used to the controls and gameplay, because the advanced ones get to be a mindbender.
Still, if this had been the format of my Geography tests back in the day, I bet I would have done a lot better.
According to the guys over at Shoutfan, he can just fall back on his um ..acting career.
(man, check out that ace Photoshop job. Nice neck, Mike).
Trickier than it might originally seem -- and a perfect time-waster for cartoon jinkies er, junkies like me.
Well actually it's more like there are a couple things I've come across recently that are worth a peek, but probably aren't the sort of thing you should probably watch over and over at work (even though you'll probably do it anyways).
Of course the easiest way to post a list of NSFW sites would just be to say "The Internet" - but you already knew that, didn't you ;)
Read a Book Superjail The iPhone is a piece of s#@t, and so is your face Pot Noodle - The Slag of All Snacks
It's the mid-1980's. Madonna is everywhere, David Bowie is making millions off songs like "Let's Dance" and "Modern Love." Re-invention is the order of the day, and David Johansen wanted in.
And so after what surely were many late night sessions of crumpled paper, cigarettes, and half-finished coffee an idea was born -- What if I was like a big-haired lounge lizard guy who's always ready to party?
And so for the next few years Buster assaulted us with pseudo-mambo smart bombs aimed directly at that part of our souls whose emptiness could only be filled by a raspy voiced maitre'd who always seemed to have a martini in his hands.
There you are hanging out in your apartment, shaping your big hair and getting ready to put on the tux when all of the sudden a dog with a beer comes on TV and drains away every remaining seconds of your 15 minutes just like that.
Then this guy showed up.
Don't let this happen to you.Don't rest on your laurels to the point where you don't see the new guy coming to knock you off the block -- get out there and stay on top of things!
For example, did you know that this week at Highly Recommended we:
That's a pretty good list. Certainly worthy of celebration.
Discovered the secret to fear Laughed at Cary Elwes' inconceivable weight gain Gave ourselves jaundice Checked out six-degrees of Dylan separation Played one note Drank a lot and then complained about a dog Watched animation Voted for Ralph Had a beer Created a budgetary goal for our ass pennies
Somebody fire up the mambo band, I feel a song comin on!!!!But before I go let me leave you with this -- a VERY SPECIAL Friday smile, because right here, right now I'm going to give you the link to
Voting has been going on for a while, and and the field has been narrowed down to the final eight. Most of the names listed are the ones you'd expect, but among the possible surprises so far is the fact that with the elimination of Lisa and Marge, there are no more women in the running --
but perhaps most bizarre of all, Ralph Wiggum is kicking butt and taking names.
Comments (if any) should be phrased as Simpsons quotes.
Here, Cate Blanchett does a spot-on Dylan, and David Cross appears as Alan Ginsberg. Color me intriuged.
Not exactly what you'd call a box of surprises since so many of these people are still very active in movies and television (it's not like it's that hard to come across a current picture of Billy Crystal), but if I can forward an opinion -- in a collection of photos including giant-sized wrestlers and guys who played albinos
Carey Elwes got boned.Who knows, Hollywood's a weird town, maybe someone over at ABC News has an axe to grind over his involvement with the first Saw film -- because of all the photos that could have been chosen to show how far the young Westley has come over the years, this one wasn't it.
Regardless, it's still a great film that's proven its appeal again and again over the years.
Heck, I might just go rent it tonight.
Those crazy MIT scientists are at it again, this time identifying a molecular basis for fear and subverting it in mice.
They isolated a protein-changing enzyme called Cdk5, the inhibition of which "facilitates the extinction of fear learned in a particular context".
Li-Heui Tsai, resident extremely smart dude, says this of the research: "This data points to a promising therapeutic avenue to treat emotional disorders and raises hope for patients suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder or phobia."
Possibly related - an alarming number of MIT grad students ask for dates. With GIRLS.
Of course, no fake Friday would be complete without our recap of the week that was here at the Highly Recommended, and this one was another classic -- featuring all sorts of fun things to see and do.
We started out with dramatic pussies, bouncing balls, and big bottoms (which sounds a lot dirtier than it actually is).
That was followed up with plight of the Hello Kitty husband, the plight of the hornball wookie, and of course, the plight of office workers who only have five minutes to off themselves in any way possible.
If that wasn't enough, there were we had headbangers pretending to be kittens, rabbits pretending to be women, unbelievably rich soccer players and their wives pretending to be horny superheroes who "bom chicka bwooam" ran out of gas in their trans-am (..or something like that)
Finally we found ourselves enjoying Clichemonster's animated dancers, learning about Satorical's magazine subscriptions and favorite musical artists (ah, who am I kidding -- we all dig K.D.).
Add one creepy monkey-lookin' thing selling peanuts, and you got yourself a pretty great week.
But before I go, here's an odd thing you might not have noticed before (I know I certainly didn't). Kind of like the way I hardly noticed it wasn't really Friday anymore until just now.
Have a great rest of the weekend!
Holy god in heaven - aside from the amazing star power beholden unto these blue jeans - they also won't bind your legs. Did you read that? NO LEG BINDAGE!
Far more amusing (and far far FAR more time-consuming than it sounds).
I ain't trying to front, I had to make two attempts at Mr. T.
I had to add another I was particularly proud of.
Let's see those links in the comments, I want to watch your crazy digital sketches dance!
Of course maybe this is just me -- because not only do I happen to be the resident headbanger around here, but I'm also the one who's currently 12-stepping away from his own Caturday Night Fever issues.
What can I say -- rehab's a bitch.
But whatever the case the photos and reader submissions cracked me up something serious.
1) his wife loves the stuff (he doesn't, but wants her to be happy)Of course anyone who has ever dated or been married to a HK fan knows that it doesn't take much effort at all for a cute little hobby to turn into a full-on obsession - and before he knew it his whole life became a tornado of everything from Hello Kitty toilet paper to the inexplicable mix of horror and brilliance that is the Hello Kitty Microscope.
2) thinking it might be a way to make extra cash, he suggested she start a business where she distributes the stuff (which of course, she did).
So to deal, he put together a blog where he chronicles what it's like to have to deal with this literally every day.Unfortunately, one simply does not walk into Mordor -- because almost from the beginning he has been tormented by emails, angry comments, and even death threats from rabid HK fans who either disapprove of his approach to the whole thing or are infuriated by his refusal to divulge where people can find and purchase these items.
Luckily he seems to have a good sense of humor about it all, but man -- it's like the Sanrio gods themselves are out to hassle the guy.Still, it's a great read for open-minded Hello Kitty fans and haters alike. If you're ready to see what it's really like on the dark side, it's definitely worth a click
So in retaliation, I have decided to present this week's wrap-up in the form of badly drawn innuendo and double entendres. Because everyone knows the next best thing to a bunch of ladybugs going at it on your head is the chance to wax your vampire peacock poetic all night long.
And of course, everybodys favorite dirty joke:
Say baby, how'd you like 15 Seconds of Pure Perfection? Lets go to my place and fold your minivan seats down!
Thanks to n'Drew for the original link.
To quell reader worries, The Swedish Chef, Grover, and Janice (as part of The Electric Mayhem) all show up in this half.
The question now is, who didn't make the cut? While he may not be considered an official Muppet, not seeing Yoda was a bit of a surprise -- especially considering that Kermit's whiny nephew made the top five (!?)
At the same time, any list that gives props to the best villains ever -- The Riverbottom Nightmare Band is worthy of a recommendation in my book.
That's the thought behind a new book written by University of Arizona professor Alan Weisman called "The World Without Us."
Click the link to check out an interview where Weisman discusses the fate of NYC without people to live in it, care for it, or keep it from falling apart. Pretty interesting stuff, in an Omega Man/Logans Run sort of way.
Here's the first installment.Good news -- love him or hate him, Elmo sort of has to be included in there somewhere. However, this poll already scores points in my book for having him finish almost dead last in the rankings.
Better News -- Grover's ranking will not be known until the top 25 is released, hopefully sometime this week.
NEW YORK (AP) -- A peacock that roamed into the parking lot of a Burger King in New York City was beaten by a man who insisted it was a vampire.
Animal control officials in Staten Island say the bird was beaten so fiercely that most of its tail feathers fell out and it had to be euthanized.
The seven-year-old male peacock wandered into the restaurant parking lot and perched on a car hood last week. Charmed employees had been feeding it bread when the man appeared.
A restaurant worker says the man grabbed the bird by the neck, hurled it to the ground and started stomping it. She says when he was asked what he was doing, he responded, "'I'm killing a vampire!"'
Employees called police, but the man ran when he saw them.
Second, it's nice to know that my adopted home state of New York is giving my native state of Florida a run for its money in the loonball category.
Third, insert sad emoticon here for the peacock.