It’s the car horns that do it. Related: My Mashed Potato is Telling Me Something.

Here’s a thing. John Fink’s Glottal Opera, featuring the tones and interiors of the ladies from Kaya, an Australian a cappella group.

(h/t, Anna.)

Before Chuck-E-Cheese there was The Rock-afire Explosion.

“I started a new restaurant chain called Showbiz Pizza Place and we got singing robots in there…” 

 (h/t, Anna.) 

Slowed down fire-breathing. 

High resolution here.

Here’s a thing. Wait for the big chap about 3:45.

(h/t, Anna.)

Well, capitalism did nothing for me… The system is not set up to help somebody from the working class make a movie like this and get the truth out there.

Michael Moore, filmmaker of working class origin. Estimated fortune: $50,000,000.

Currently doing the rounds: Movie Poster Mashups… 

They’re not all good – and not all in good taste – but I quite like the reworkings of Hairspray, Finding Nemo and The Deer Hunter. 

Inspired by Walter Mischel’s 1960s experiments on delayed gratification, Steve V conducts an experiment of his own.

“Two hidden cameras. A bunch of kids. One marshmallow each.” 

Maybe if I just poke it. Or sniff it. Or rest it on my lip.

Via Pixelsumo.

This is sweet. The story of Galco’s Soda Pop Stop, Los Angeles.

I think I’ll skip the Sweet Blossom Rose Petal Soda and the Plantation Style Mint Julep, and the Cucumber Soda doesn’t really appeal beyond its curiosity. Though I am quite tempted by Bundaberg’s Ginger Beer. If you’re intrigued, visit Galco’s online store. 

Via Coudal. 

I’m told The Scratch Perverts are some kind of beat combo.

Credits and high-resolution. Related: Shakerboys.