This is what happens when you abuse your staff:
This is what he does. He does this for minutes on end. And it is hilarious.
(I suspect this video could become quite popular, and I encourage you to re-blog this so that more people can see it, and for once Blendor can say “first post!”)
It’s the Russian song Korobeiniki, or as I know it, Tetris Music Type A from the Gameboy.
You need to forgive that person today.
Just believe me.
What’s weird about The WineRack isn’t that it exists as a product, but that it is marketed as an alcoholic beverage container, rather than, say, a convenient CamelBak replacement that would hold water. I don’t know a whole lot of active ladies that really need that swig of wine when they’re running around in a sports bra.
OK, well I know a few.
Found via GraphJam, where they have some pretty funny graphs in the same vein as the previously posted hip hop graphs. Well, I thought this one was funny, at least:
The NYT has a pretty interesting article on secret divisions within the US armed services – and their boy scout badges. The patches go from mysterious to creepy to almost whimsical in nature, and they offer a small glimpse into a world of shadowy military dealings.
It is, according to a new book, part of the hidden reality behind the Pentagon’s classified, or “black,” budget that delivers billions of dollars to stealthy armies of high-tech warriors. The book offers a glimpse of this dark world through a revealing lens — patches — the kind worn on military uniforms.
“It’s a fresh approach to secret government,” Steven Aftergood, a security expert at the Federation of American Scientists in Washington, said in an interview. “It shows that these secret programs have their own culture, vocabulary and even sense of humor.”
One patch shows a space alien with huge eyes holding a stealth bomber near its mouth. “To Serve Man” reads the text above, a reference to a classic “Twilight Zone” episode in which man is the entree, not the customer. “Gustatus Similis Pullus” reads the caption below, dog Latin for “Tastes Like Chicken.”