Mr. Fusion

Saw this story last week at Gizmodo, and it immediately reminded me of the Doc Brown contraption from the film series Back to the Future. You can see what I’m talking about in the clip above. While the frazzled white-haired inventor doesn’t poop into the “Mr. Fusion”, he adds garbage and other food trash, much like the technology that the British are utilizing in the bus article. Food for thought. Or fuel.


Dining with Mr. Mentalino

 Back in 1994 (or ’93, depending on the filming schedule) there were no smartphones to take densely-pixelated images at the drop of a hat. People needed cameras, and sometimes they were Polaroid cameras, which I’m guessing is what this photograph above is the product of. Of course, years later, there would be a billion dollar app beloved the world over for taking less-than-perfect, faded images much like this one, because that’s what good art is. Imperfection.

Anyway, this is Jeff Daniels wiping off the mustard and ketchup from his face that he purposely shot into his mouth during a scene in perhaps the greatest comedy of all time: Dumb and Dumber. The sequel is in theaters now, and I heard it’s quite funny “to”.


Pretty Much How I Pictured It

No? This guy is one of those “performance artists”. Guys and/or gals who never cease to push the envelope in regards to things either no one wants or cares to do.

Catch me at the VFW on Route 1 next week where I will push envelopes for 24 hours straight. That’s only if, you know, you “get it”.

It’s Always Scummy

From Wikipedia:

In 1681, in partial repayment of a debt, Charles II of England granted William Penn a charter for what would become the Pennsylvania colony. Despite the royal charter, Penn bought the land from the local Lenape to be on good terms with the Native Americans and ensure peace for his colony. According to legend Penn made a treaty of friendship with Lenape chief Tammany under an elm tree at Shackamaxon, in what is now the city’s Fishtown section. Penn named the city Philadelphia, which is Greek for brotherly love (from philos, “love” or “friendship”, and adelphos, “brother”).


The Early Work of a Young, Dead Memphis Punk Rocker

Born Jimmy Lee Lindsey, Jr., he later became known as “Jay Reatard”. In his abbreviated lifetime, he recorded music for the following labels: Matador, Shattered, In the Red, Disordered, Zaxxon, Shit Sandwich, Contaminated/Cochon, Goner/Therapeutic, Sympathy for the Record Industry, Rockin’ Bones, Holy Cobra Society, On/On Switch, Hate, Big Neck!, BlahII!, Jethro, Frick & Frack, Misprint, Stained Circles, Solid Sexy Love Doll, and Squoodge (among others).


Large Tuna

Found this photo on the internet. Sent it (via text) to my friend who’s an avid fisherman. His response? “Where that big dick tuna??” I replied that the photograph was taken in Greenland. That was the end of the conversation.


How to Lose Basketball Games & Influence Nobody

Two cents. Just in case you’re going to the park or the gym to play with other nice people who don’t need their time wasted by being on a team with an asshole who does the above. Life’s too short. It’s an awful thing to do when your first name is “Kobe”, let alone “Bob”. Or “Frank”. Or even “Steve”.


For David, Forever Ago

lynch captureThis is taken from one of Bon Iver‘s frontman Justin Vernon’s extremities. Leg, perhaps? Or, one of his friend’s extremities. Either way, it’s on his Instagram account, and that’s a fact.

The subject, if you haven’t already recognized the hair, is “artist” David Lynch. David, you may recall, has made quite a career out of being weird. Here’s an interesting quote from him, below. It kind of lays out the theme for much of his work:

My childhood was elegant homes, tree-lined streets, the milkman, building backyard forts, droning airplanes, blue skies, picket fences, green grass, cherry trees. Middle America as it’s supposed to be. But on the cherry tree there’s this pitch oozing out – some black, some yellow, and millions of red ants crawling all over it. I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath. Because I grew up in a perfect world, other things were a contrast.

[Lynch on Lynch] [blobtower]

There’s Football On, But There Are Also Ancient Artifacts Out There

gloved hand puts down artifact
To be had. So to speak. You can take them home but most of the time the country of origin will claim them as their own. In which case you have to give them back. It can be discouraging, because these artifacts/treasures are so hard to find, but those are the breaks. Enjoy the journey, that’s probably the best advice I can give you.


This is Pretty Cool, No?

Reminds me of Skeletor. You know, Masters of the Universe? He-Man was his nephew? King Randor was his half-brother? Frank Langella portrayed him in the live-action film? Very sinister. If you’re into that sort of thing.

[Boing Boing]

Bill Murray’s Secret to Life

 Whilst reading Deadspin this morning there was a mention of this, and naturally I felt compelled to post it here. Perhaps because I thought others should have it, but maybe more so because I’ll know where it is in case I forget where I read it.

Apparently he was at a film screening in Canada and started taking questions from the audience (this was back in September of this year). According to people there most of his answers were frilly, but this one wasn’t. It’s great advice.

Without further ado, here it is:

I think the only reason I’ve had the career life that I’ve had is that someone told me some secrets early on about living. You can do the very best you can when you’re very, very relaxed, no matter what it is or what your job is, the more relaxed you are the better you are. That’s sort of why I got into acting. I realized the more fun I had, the better I did it. And I thought, that’s a job I could be proud of. It’s changed my life learning that, and it’s made me better at what I do.

[Winnipeg Free Press]

Hope Everyone’s Enjoying Their Warm Sunday Night

I used to own one of those mugs. With the cute little dimples. Not sure what happened to it. Anyway, here’s where they came from, courtesy of Beer Scene Mag:

It is believed that the dimpled mug arrived roughly around the end of the second World War, popular for its grenade-like appearance and texture. The mugs were popular with pub owners for their strength, and it is believed that the dimple pattern was introduced simply to save on the amount of glass used in making them. The dimpled mug is convex– wider at the mouth than at the base– and accentuated with a thick handle, making them easy to grasp by the handle or by the glass itself due to the dimpling pattern, even when condensation has formed. The thick walls are great for keeping a chill on your beer, and the handle keeps you from warming its contents with the warmth of your hand. Although the mug’s wide mouth is excellent for catching the aroma, some feel that the dimples make it harder to appreciate the beer’s appearance, while others would argue that the facets catch the light and increase the color and clarity of beer. Their decline in pubs is due to cost, and storing them is a hassle considering they aren’t stackable.