I've spent the last three days dealing with the intricacies of moving into a 103-year-old house. I'm so tired I can barely see, but I need to get the story of Tuesday off my chest. I went into the task of switching my cable service to the new address with the intention of keeping my temper. I made a valiant effort, but did not succeed.
(Don't barf in your bongs just yet fellas, that's just red food coloring in the photo.)
Much more than just a simple one-off joke, though, TamponCrafts.com actually has well-written, detailed DIY instructions for this and several other tampon craft projects like a Christmas tree topper, a Menorah, a Thanksgiving turkey, a toupee (yes!), and even...a pan flute. Yes, a pan flute. Made of the applicators. And it really plays. A whole octave.
Check out video of Beethoven's Ode to Joy after the jump...
This is not an attempt to one-up Echowood's amazing Weng Weng post. I know damn well when I'm beat. I can't top that video. This is only an effort for solidarity. Midget solidarity.
In 1938, a western was made. An all midget western. Absolutely true. The masterpiece was called The Terror of Tiny Town. Again, absolutely true.
The plot was simple. A valiant miniature cowboy comes to the aid of a ranch-owning damsel in distress. It's a pretty small ranch, but still. Local three foot thugs are terrorizing the young lady. Midget in the white hat versus midgets in the black hats. It was like The Searchers except on very tiny horses. And with helium-aided dialogue.
The cast all rode Shetland ponies and were shown roping calfs and walking under the saloons swinging doors. Many of the performers went on to star in The Wizard of Oz the following year.
Do we have a clip Raoul? Roll the clip!
Fantastic. You can actually watch the film in pieces on YouTube. Part one starts here.
- Stuffed animals fighting each other
- A comic strip that goes up and down
- Who caused this whole Skrull mess anyway?
- Another anthology of weird stuff
- A plethora of Grant Morrison books
Every Wednesday we run down the 5 most interesting comics or graphic novels coming out for the week.
Here's another one for the YesButNoButYes vault. It occurred to me that movie studio logos at the beginning of films have become almost as long as the films themselves. (Some are actually more entertaining too.) Once you get through the Coke commercials, the 20 minutes of previews, the theater logos, and the turn off your cell phone plea, you're still subjected to the movie studio logos before you get to the good stuff. A few months ago, I put something together to parody the new wave of 30 minute long movie studio logos. If you make it to the end, you'll catch a view of Johnny Wright in all his glory.
I'm not sure I accomplished what I was going after, but Johnny rocks the hell out of those sunglasses.
It took me awhile to read through all entries to last week's Caption Competition, but as I did, I changed my gameplan. I was going to award the prize to the two best captions, but as I circled all the potential finalists, I realized they were nearly all submitted by two people. And so, the two prizes go to E and ConservaLiberCrat_08 for some inspired witticisms. Special shoutout to Dave for the caption that made me laugh hardest (you know which one).
I'll drop both winners an email later to get your mailing addresses, and the wonder of Corey Feldman will be winging it's way to you soon. We expect a full movie review over on the forum.
Some of you are already aware of this bizarre tale. An Australian pastor named Michael Guglielmucci has been faking cancer for the last two years to hide an addiction to pornography. Take a second and read that sentence again. He faked cancer. Including losing his hair and vomiting all over the place. His wife didn't even know the cancer was bogus.
Still confused? Here's more:
I cannot figure out how the thought process would go from hiding his online activities to faking the most hated disease on our planet. I don't see the correlation. Faking cancer as a pornography alibi. I do not understand what Michael was thinking.
