Unfortunately ambiguous Christmas decoration. // How to make silver bullets. // Melting steel with sunlight. // “When can I destroy humanity?!” // Magnetic air cars. // Strangely redundant exercise machine. // Plantbot. // Fridgehenge. A thing of beauty. // A history of chili. // Cunning penguin escapes being dinner. // PES: Moth. // Saturn’s northern aurora. // Space station spider’s whereabouts unknown. // More reconstituted Star Trek. // Eyelash bling. More. // Hug your bosons. // Visual thesaurus. // Meat water. // And, via The Thin Man, it’s the Vince Guaraldi Trio. Oh, good grief.
A miracle breakthrough in bite counting technology. Behold the Nitto Kagaku Corporation’s Kami Kami Sensor, an electronic facial harness that counts the number of biting motions and beeps when satisfied, thus ensuring food is chewed with utmost efficiency.
The Kami Kami Sensor retails for a trifling $188.95 and can be purchased here by all sadistic parents.
Interactive mirror. // Flea circus contraptions. // If Photoshop were real. // Bacon apple pie. (h/t, Maggie’s Farm) // The healing power of bacon. (h/t, Franklin) // Bioluminescent shrimp spit. // Must wash hands. // Sleeveface. (h/t, Peter Risdon) // Your very own levitation wand. // Sarugaku, Tokyo’s micro shopping mall. // Amusement parks of North Korea: “The Wheel of Death is notorious for ejecting riders.” (h/t, Coudal) // Michael Portillo on Ayn Rand. // Theodore Dalrymple on social pathology. 2, 3, 4, 5. // Google Earth: Ancient Rome. // Early Star Wars storyboards. // Zoom into distant galaxies. // Tales to Astonish. Monsters, heroes, strange goings-on. // Second Watchmen trailer*. // Handsome spiders. // Alan King: Survived by his Wife. (1987) (h/t, Cookslaw) // And, via The Thin Man, it’s Mr Elvis Aaron Presley.
*Update:
Busy today much of this week, but here’s a third helping of ditties from the ephemera archives.
Joe Thompson: Sticky Fingers. (2000)
The Ink Spots: Your Feet’s Too Big. (1935)
Marlene Dietrich: You Go to My Head. (1938)
The Skatalites: James Bond Theme. (1967)
Screamin’ Jay Hawkins: I Put a Spell on You. (1956)
Johnny Cash: Personal Jesus. (2003)
Herbie Hancock: Triangle. (1963)
Louis Armstrong: High Society. (1956)
Ethel Waters: Stormy Weather. (1933)
Shawn Lee and his Ping Pong Orchestra: Cha Love. (2005)
The bar is now open.
Plane loses wing, defies physics. (h/t, AC1) // Spacecraft force field inches closer. // Space elevator, maybe. // Monsters vs Aliens. // Sunspots and the Dow. (h/t, Maggie’s Farm) // Astronaut ice-cream. // Fibreglass igloo. You want one and you know it. // Crystal speakers. // Bacon flash drives. // Bacon lampshade. It’s a versatile product. // Chessboxing revisited. // Matchbooks of yore. (h/t, Coudal) // World’s most powerful wind tunnel. // Diffusion spectrum imagery of the brain. // Physical Loops. // Japanese gardens. (h/t, Stephen Hicks) // Sculpting with sugar cubes. // The headquarters of the Basque Health Department. // A gallery of American signs. // Creepy automata. // And, via The Thin Man, it’s Mr Lalo Schifrin.
Apparently, there’s an election taking place somewhere overseas. Those in search of distraction may wish to explore the Museum of Antique Dental Instruments. It’s surprising and melodious. Alternatively, the archives are worth a poke, as are the greatest hits.
Interactive 360º light field display. Yes, it’s done with mirrors. (h/t, The Thin Man) // Things found in the folds of fat people’s skin. Cutlery, marijuana, uneaten sandwiches. // The personal blimp. I’m sorely tempted. // A gallery of vintage airships. // Airship rides. $495. // Ejaculation “a potential treatment for nasal congestion.” Or perhaps not. // Being offended on someone else’s behalf. (h/t, AMac) // “What are the Joker’s powers again?” // Marvel superheroes versus giant robot. // Ninja Terminator. // Vintage detective badges. // Underwater panoramas. // Galapagos sea life. Wait for the whale shark. (h/t, Coudal) // Collective animal nouns. A siege of herons, a parcel of hogs. // A visual history of video recorders. // A time-lapse tutorial. // Baconnaise. // Brokers with hands on their faces. // Broccoli mystery deepens. // And, via The Thin Man, it’s Mr Kim Jong-il.
With Halloween almost upon us, I feel it’s time to share François Macré’s multitracked a cappella rendition of Thriller. Be sure to wait for the Vincent Price monologue.
(h/t, Coudal)
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