Fishing Cat made the rounds a while back and I coulda swore I blogged it but I have no record of it on this blog or in my email. Luckily Kalman fished it up (you see what I did there?) and reminded me of this insanity. I kind of want one.
This is fun.
I never really conceptualized Fred’s tunic as being a furry pelt. I guess it’s obvious it would be, but I just never saw it that way when I watched the cartoon. I was also a very dull child who believed that the way to tell time was to take whatever numbers the clock’s hands were pointing at, and add them together. It was 24 o’clock a lot for me back then.
How’s this for the cutest little Hallowe’en costume ever? Olive from Little Miss Sunshine. Fashion Under $100 put together some inexpensive online sources for all the costume bits.
I’m not being Olive, but maybe you should. Particularly if you’re a guy.
Also, I have NO IDEA what to be for Hallowe’en this year. I feel some pressure since my costume last year was the bestest. Any suggestions?
Mad Men is renowned for its beautiful and accurate period production design. Propmaster Scott Buchwald is the guy who makes it happen.
There was one time when January Jones defrosts a Sara Lee cherry cheesecake. The cheesecake wasn’t hard to reproduce, but we had to make the box that it came in.
Getting the Sara Lee logo from 1960 was easy, but finding an actual cheesecake box was hard. Again, that’s not very collectible. Pretty much the second after the cake was taken out, the box would have been thrown away, so I looked through pictures of kitchen scenes, hoping to find a cherry cheesecake box sitting there.
After looking through 3,000 pictures, I was able to capture every angle of the box and I was able to redraw it on Illustrator and tweak it on Photoshop and then print it out and rebuild the box.
Here’s an interesting interview with Buchwald.
Daily news annoys me. It’s 70% invented; they need so much filler to make their daily allotment. Last night a major Canadian news channel ran a story about 12 small dogs found in unsanitary conditions in the GTA. It was literally a news story that could be summarized as “Sad dogs got dirty. More at 11.” On national news. This is news? I thought about it for a while but then my head exploded and I turned off the television and ran around my apartment intoning insightful headlines like “DOGS: DISHEVELED AND DISAPPOINTED. CANADIAN CANINES COPING WITH CANDIDA. PARKDALE PUPPIES… IN POOP.” …and other stchupidness, over and over, to simulate what I was missing.
How to make almond milk at home in the blender. Looks pretty easy: recipe here!
Ultramarathoners are people who run for like 19 hours at a time. I have another word for people who do this, and that word is “TIRED”. But these people exist, and as you might imagine, they have hella sore feet. Their toes pound up against the front of their shoes, and the nails hurt and get all ingrown and skanky and stuff. So… some of them have their toenails surgically pulled off and then the nail beds chemically burned so the nails won’t ever grow back. GAH.
Here’s an awesome/gross photogallery of one woman’s toenail removal. I love her for being so into this; I would have done exactly the same thing. Except without the “removing my toenails” part. Listen, pals. I really love my weekly dodgeball games, but if I ever start talking about surgically improving my gameplay, you guys have my permission to grab my shoulders firmly and shake vigorously.
Lamebook is a compendium of lame (anonymized) stuff from Facebook. I like the poetically epic nature of the following exchange about a little balloon boy named Falcon Heene, whose parents (somewhat recognizable from their appearances on a reality show called Wife Swap) seem to have asked him to hide in the attic while they alarmed the nation with tales that he’d drifted away in a giant hot air balloon, a balloon they’d made by hand because they’re storm chasers who believe in the end times.
Sheesh. Some people will do anything for a little attention. Hey Heene family, your dignity called. Oh wait you don’t have any. Let me give you guys a little advice. The best way to get attention is to write about your recent weight gain or post uggers photos of yourself without any makeup or tell jumbled stories about being peed on and then put it on the internet using your real name. Duh.
Hey crap, I just drooled on my jacket. I should take a picture of that and tweet about it a few times. Sorry, what was I saying? Oh yeah, Lamebook. Here:
I wanna play on those stairs. More Fun Theory experiments here.