The Japanese have finally solved the problem of people having to walk. They are developed these robotic legs from Honda to make walking and standing easier. Finally I was sick of having to get up and walk to the fridge from my couch and now I have these robotic legs to assist me thanks Honda! Am I the only one or do these things look really uncomfortable on the crotch. It makes walking easier but it crushes your nuts so its a bit of a trade off.
Just to wrap up our Chemical of the Day miniseries I have brought out a special treat. Everybody get your groove on with Chemical Party! Badda da dum da, baddad da dum da. I would hate to be a noble gas at this party. Talk about wallflower!
Apparently the CBC in Canada thought they would involve the fans in a contest to pick out a new theme song for hockey broadcasts. This is just the sort of interactive, crowd-sourcing, brand-building exercise the Internet excels at. It’s also a ripe invitation to pranksters like the Something Awful forum goons.
Here’s the top-viewed, top-voted entry right now:
This is the most beautiful sound ever to be associated with hockey.
Please, do your part and log in and vote for this anthem. Give the other entries a fair listen, but I think you’ll agree nothing captures the spirit of hockey quite like this techno mashup of sheep and babies crying.
Here’s the official music video:
I had to share this, Russian dancing set to Run DMC’s “It’s Like That”.
In case you don’t get the references, here’s the original (ridiculously awesome) video:
Here are three episodes of David Blaine. Enjoy.
You probably got to this article by Googling “how to be a hipster” or “learn to be a hipster.” If that’s the case, it’s too late, don’t even bother, you’ll never be a hipster - the fact that you want to be one enough to type it into a web browser means you are already trying too hard.
Besides, are you really still using Google? Or the word “googling”? What is this, 2002?
So enjoy this video, it’s funny enough to make you feel better but it’s a shallow enough commentary that you’ll remain plainly not a hipster.
The Nintendo Wii is a lot of fun, but it’s in a bit of a new game drought right now. While the rest of us sit with bated breath awaiting Super Smash Brothers and Metroid, some folks have made some Wii games of their own. Or at least they pretended to and put videos on the Internet.
Here’s a whole series of rejected WiiPlay games from the folks at Loading.Ready.Run.
I had to post this video: Mr T. busts through a wall, alarmed by the jibber-jabber of a fat-headed consultant. He proceeds to show the consultant that Mr. T puts the “T” in IT.
Best lines:
“You know you got a lot of mouth, and I’ve got a lot of fist for your mouth!”
“Intelligence in the network? That’s for suckas. That’s for routing stuff, not data, fool!”
This is a video for Hitachi, but that last quote could also be seen as an argument for net neutrality. Somebody call up Mr. T. and get him in front of Congress.
And in all seriousness, Mr. T. is a really interesting guy - check out his profile on IMDB.
“I think about my father being called ‘boy’, my uncle being called ‘boy’, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy’. So I questioned myself: ‘What does a black man have to do before he’s given the respect as a man?’ So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is ‘Mr.’ That’s a sign of respect that my father didn’t get, that my brother didn’t get, that my mother didn’t get.”
Apparently, sales of the Hummer H2 are falling so fast that GM might even stop making them. Environmentalists will probably cheer this news, but there’s another reason I would never buy a Hummer H2 or H3 for that matter.
It’s complicated, so I’ve put it into a diagram:
Perhaps you shouldn’t go right now, since I’m writing this at midnight on a weekday, but go at your earliest convenience. Hot Fuzz is the latest film by Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright, the guys who made Shaun of the Dead. If you haven’t yet seen Shaun of the Dead, go out and get it - it’s one of the funniest, most clever movies I’ve seen in a long time.
You may not have heard of Hot Fuzz, it doesn’t seem to be getting much advertising and didn’t open in a large number of theaters. If you’ve seen a review, you might have heard that it’s a buddy cop action movie spoof. Really, it isn’t a spoof so much as an homage wrapped up in a bunch of postmodern cleverness. It’s also a damn good film in it’s own right.
Musicals. If you stop and think about it, it’s bizarrely amazing that musicals continue to exist. The fact that they make up a whole genre of theater and film is stranger still.
People just start singing, for no reason, or for contrived reasons. They dance around, in the middle of the day. Don’t get me wrong, musicals take a lot of skill to write, score, direct, and act in. But let’s face it - if there were no such thing as musicals, and you had never heard of The Sound of Music, or Grease, or Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, and someone tried to explain the concept to you, the only possible response would be, “WTF?”
Which is why I have developed a theory: the best musicals are the ones that make fun of musicals, or at the very least point out the absurdity of the whole business. Here is empirical, scientific proof. The ten best musicals that make fun of musicals:
Many, many Americans have been wondering - how can we win the War in Iraq? Up until recently, the President was not one of them. He knew exactly what needed to be done. But times have changed. The President is officially in listening mode.
1. No sex, no scandal. It’s not like he had actual physical sex with any of these pages, that we know of, at least so far. I mean, come on! Do the defeatocrats really want us to believe that just having lustful feelings in your heart is enough to bring shame on your whole party?
And even if it turns out he did rendezvous with some of these young men, we know for a fact that they didn’t have sex – they’re both male! Every highschooler knows it doesn’t count unless what your doing might make a baby.
2. Do the math. Mean spirited bloggers keep using loaded words like “teenagerâ€? and “boyâ€? to describe Foley’s Congressional page pen pals. Come on! These were 16- to 18-year-olds, old enough to drive and above the age of consent in many places. Todd has written on this very blog about this issue. Below you will find mathematical proof that if we’re going to play the “age game,â€? the pages were taking advantage of Foley.
