I don't know why advertisers risk putting up posters in the subway stations here in Manhattan. It's a blank canvas for shenanigans. There will inevitably be the smarty pants with a Sharpie scribbling devil horns and a Hitler mustache on the guy advertising free syphilis tests at the downtown clinic. It's going to happen.

Occasionally vandalism borders on art. Such as this gem that was photographed in the 14th Street station recently. I am sure the kid that did it is a legend among his peers in his New Jersey high school.

For M. Night's "The Penis," I have no interest in learning what the twist ending is at the end of the film.

Who do you think made this?

Via Break.com.

Odd little machines, these forklifts. Sometimes they act funny too -or maybe it's the nut behind the wheel. Forklifts, today on the veg.

The folks at the New Zealand Book Council have created a truly ingenious way to read more at work. Read At Work turns your desktop into a full screen, realistic PC looking desktop with folders, start button, recycle bin, the works. The kicker is the all the folders contain writings of famous authors and New Zealand locals. And, keeping in mind that you're reading at work, these stories are displayed in a convenient PowerPoint format. Hence your superiors won't know what you're really doing. This particular screen shot here is from Edgar Allan Poe's poem "A dream."

On the site there are short stories by Wilde, Fitzgerald, Twain, Wolfe, Tolstoy and more. Famous poems by Dickenson, TS Elliot, Poe and more. They've also got a personal favorite of mine, Orwell's "Animal Farm." The cover page of it, shown here, is just freaking brilliant!

Or maybe I've seen too many stupid Powerpoint presentations in my life so I find it funny. But alas, my description of read at work is not doing the site full justice. So stop what you're doing and go read. Who's gonna know?

What a concept!

Admittedly, I'm not the demographic for World of Warcraft. Unlike most of the players in the game, I frequently have sex with women... lots of women. Sometimes several at once. I've never been stuffed in a locker. My girlfriend often describes me as "virile," "outstandingly macho," and "sexually pleasing almost to a fault." I can hold lengthy conversations about politics, books, and business. Plus, I'm devastatingly good looking. You can understand my apprehension about diving into the world of Warcraft.

There's no information on what started it, but the fellow going through his desk drawers might be a clue. Evidence discovered? A firing? It begins explosively, and goes on and on...

(via Metafilter)

Oh yeah, did you notice the workers who pulled out their cell phones and started catching video? Watch that, too. (Thanks, Bairman!)

I find the combination of Fergie's bootielicious ass and Angus Young's shortie shorts to be strangely erotic.

You have a little problem, and your first instinct is to look it up on the inernet. After all, there's got to be someone who knows, right? But you don't know who, so you ask Google. Google knows all. They can even read your mind. Reddit user kialari left the hood of his grill open overnight. The rain came. His electric ignition wouldn't work the next day. So he entered a Google search for "what to do if inside of grill gets wet". But Google knew what he was really asking...

The NBA Finals start tomorrow night in Boston. And while our little dog and pony show of a website is not exactly known for sports coverage, we're going to do an NBA Finals Preview anyway.

It was either that or a 3,300 word diatribe about the upcoming Incredible Hulk movie being the biggest mulligan in cinema history. "Just forget about that other 140 million dollar mistake. Our fault. It was the New Coke of superhero films. Let's try it again, shall we?"

It was a coin toss.

We were spared from a potential Whineapalozza/Flopathon that would have resulted in a Pistons, Spurs finals. It would have been unbearable. I would have boycotted the whole shebang. Thankfully, the basketballs gods were merciful and have given us a retro Los Angeles versus Boston match up. It conjures up fond memories. Magic versus Bird. East Coast versus West Coast. Glitz and glamour versus sweat and substance. The Garden versus the Forum.

Chills begin to form thinking of those series I watched in wonder as a child. Eyes popping from the bean bag chairs in our basement as I saw perfect fast breaks, actual ball movement and fundamental basketball.