Mmm, nothing cures a hangover like a Lust For Life breakfast, with a heap of fried Iggys. From artist Scott Campbell via his show at Gallery1988. This gallery continues to melt my brain with concentrated awesomeness.
Broccoli and cabbage, yum! Who wouldn't want this truck in their neighbourhood? Reminds me of the cart that drives around here in the summer, ringing a bell. You start salivating, until you see it's the knife-sharpening guy. Oh, I've got a dull blade for you!
Read more and submit your own at the simply, and obviously named, LOL FAT CATS. Ya, take that bankers. No, wait, stop already!
"A towel, [says the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy], is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough."So just under the wire I found out it was Towel Day, a tribute to the much-missed Douglas Adams. Seems it's been going on since 2001 and I've never heard about it. Too bad, as I always known where my towel is.
The downside of this celebration is the realization that Eoin Colfer has indeed followed through on his abomination of a sixth installation of the Guide, entitled And Another Thing... and is due this fall. I still can't get by what a staggeringly, jaw-droppingly bad idea this is. Please, leave well enough alone and let us celebrate with our towels, lest we feed you to the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal.
I guess that settles the whole Ginger vs. Mary Ann debate. From pop artist Isabel Samaras, who has some wonderfully smutty takes on Robin and the Green Hornet, and Samantha and the Darrins. I love seeing high art subverted by pop culture. (Link via The Zeray Gazette, who is finding all sorts of great stuff)
Edward Scissorhands is not the best rock, paper, scissors player. But Edward can just shred the smug little grin off that kid after losing for the fifth time. From Threadless t-shirt designer chippos. You can vote for this below, which I have done after finally joining Threadless after pimping their shirts for months. (Link via Super Punch)
From Jorge Cham's Piled Higher & Deeper, about the ongoing chronicle of life (or the lack thereof) in grad school. As someone who works deep in the bowels of both the media and the internets and spent an inordinate amount of time at university, this is pretty much how it works. (Link via The Zeray Gazette)
If anyone ever wondered what really destroyed the ozone layer, it was hair bands from the 1980s. Don't believe me? Check out the Best Hair of the 80's Hair Metal Bands and look in amazement at how much hairspray must have been deployed for each photo shoot.
Slagsmålsklubben - Sponsored by destiny from Tomas Nilsson on Vimeo.
The tale of Little Red Riding Hood, as told by animated infographics, breaking down the route, the makeup of the woods and the nutritional value of grandma. Brilliant stuff by graphic design student Tomas Nilsson — yep, this was just as student project. Amazing. (Link via Listicles)
My, what a big bike you have! A not-so-little Red Riding Hood, rom a series of Australian shoe advertisements (go figure), re-imagining some classic fairytale heroines, including Snow White, Rapunzel and Cinderella.
"In this pottery shard, we can clearly see Chuck Norris beheading Medusa with his famous round-house kick. Chuck Norris is so tough he could stare Medusa in the eye and not turn to stone."
Tonight's the season finale before the final season of Lost. Given the show's history, the past couple of episodes and J.J. Abrams love of time travel (see Star Trek) it will likely be a head scratcher.
Road Runner, the coyote's after you. And if you catch him, you're through, Carnivorous depresius.
Are they washing a Stormtrooper's armor or a Stormtrooper? Either way, be nice to your mothers and wives, my fellow pop culture geeks, they put up with a lot. And see more Stormtroopers at waihey's photostream.
Money, success, fame, fortune and glory? I'm going to go see Star Trek this afternoon, so which road do you think I picked? Like there was really any choice.
I love this graphic, the reference and the fact that both the technology and the song are older than Facebook, Twitter, et all. Of course it also makes me feel old, but I'll just ignore that.
The Star Trek reboot may be on the pop culture horizon, but today is Star Wars Day (May the 4th be with you) and so The Ampersand interrupted Star Trek Week to revisit a cultural lesson on the yin/yang nature of the galaxy's most lucrative beloved sci-fi franchises.Star Trek and Star Wars are like matter and antimatter: They cannot truly exist without each other (for both are necessary to keep the geekosphere supplied with oxygen in the form of new material), yet both cannot occupy the same place at the same time. An ascendant Star Trek precludes a strong Star Wars and vice versa, as both vying simultaneously for sci-fi fans’ attention would prove too nerdsplosive for the mainstream media to handle.Read the full explanation at The Ampersand and see which fan favourite is currently transcendent.
Miyagi's Lessons: Karate Kid training from Threadless designer Temim Michael. Seriously, who ever saw a crane stand like that? Or kick anyone for that matter.
So when the character you are playing in a video games dies and you get another life, is it the same guy reincarnated? Not according to pop artist Bill Mudron, who envisions a mass grave of red overall clad plumber clones, rotting just off the side of the game. (Link via In Web We Trust)
Yes, I know, it's not caused by pigs, but it's just nice to see pork on the internet without it being about the web bacon obsession. (Link via Geekologie)
We should have suspected Piglet. Probably took out Christopher Robin too. Seems I wasn't the only one who didn't think it was too early for some swine flu humor.
You just knew somebody was going to blame Miss Piggy. I mean, if ever there was a swine that would be spreading disease...
Librarian Ross Horsley's My First Dictionary is sweetly innocent on the surface and darkly humorous underneath. A little sad too, truth be told. (Link via The Zeray Gazette)
