Check out “Eliphante,” a sculptural home-turned arts museum in Cornville, Arizona that is the product of 28 years of hard work by artist Michael Kahn and his wife, Leda Livant. The New York Times online has a great slideshow, showing parts of the house, as well as some of the creative/constructive processes. Included in the house are an outdoor summer kitchen, extensive stained glass artwork (seen below), a piano built into a wall of driftwood, and more. Not to mention that the home resides on small river that the couple uses to canoe. All very cool; check it out:
Today I was watching “The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou.” At the monsoon-destroyed ruins of Hotel Citroën on the island of Little Ping, Steve Zissou (Bill Murray) notes:
“What a shame. They had a bartender here, Kino, made the best Rum Cannonball I’ve ever tasted.”
The question comes to mind: Is this a real drink, or something invented by Wes Anderson? From internet discussions and references, it’s hard to tell if this drink actually existed before the movie. Based on an average of posted recipes, I made a Rum Cannonball (actual photo).
The Rum Cannonball
•1 part white rum
•1 part gin
•1 part orange juice
•1 part pineapple juice
•1 part lemon-lime soda
•1 part strawberry soda
Serve over ice with a key lime, pineapple, or tropical orchid garnish.
What does it taste like?: Not bad . . . fruity fizzy booze.
An alternate recipe also exists:
•2 oz rum
•Top-off with orange juice
•4-5 dashes of Angostura bitters
What does it taste like?: Not bad . . . rummy spicey o.j.
I recently saw this Halloween costume for sale and a potentially awkward scenario came to mind:
Scene: Halloween night, in a crowded bar/nightclub
Drunk Woman:“What the hell are you supposed to be?! Are you like a Zombie with Curtains or a Dead Conquistador or something?”
Ghost Ship:“I’m a Ghost Ship”
Drunk Woman:“Oh . . . like a Ghost Pirate in that Johnny Depp movie!”
Ghost Ship:“No. I’m like the boat in that movie.”
Drunk Woman:“You’re a boat . . . then why do you have a face?”
Ghost Ship: “It’s my ghost part.” “It’s called ‘Anthropomorphic Representation’.” “Because I’m a ghost also and this is my skull.” “I’m a personification of a Ghost Ship.”
“Uhh . . . I don’t know.”
Drunk Woman:“Huh?!?!”
Drunk Woman:“Hey, my friend Melissa is going as a Sexy Pirate. Can she ride on your shoulders?”
End Scene
The negative aspects of dressing up as a Ghost Ship:
•Guys in pirate costumes may try to board you, rob you, and then set you on fire in the middle of the ocean.
•The entire night people will ask you what the hell you’re supposed to be.
•’Walking your plank’ jokes get old.
•A group of meddling kids might try to disrobe you in an attempt to prove that you’re an underhanded amusement park owner.
•Guys in pirate costumes may try to ’swab your poopdeck.’
…would there be vending machines that sell marijuana. That’s right, Los Angeles, CA recently rolled out 2 herb-laden machines, where medical marijuana users can get access to the medicine they need, 24 hours a day.
Say what you want to say about pot, but this is certainly interesting, and I will be curious to see how this experiment works out for all parties involved. Machines are ‘open’ for business 24 hours a day, and have security guarding them. Furthermore, potential consumers will have to check in and have prescriptions approved, have a photo and biometric fingerprint scan taken before making a purchase, and use a prepaid ‘credit’ card with dosage information pre-programmed in to prevent people buying more than their allotment.
Patients can buy 3.5 or 7 grams, up to 1 oz. a week, in 5 strains “including OG Cush and Granddaddy Purple, the mildly hallucinogenic forebear to Prince.” Perhaps we will see some of these products in vending machines in the future?
As one poster astutely asked, “Is there to be a regular vending machine next to the marijuana machine to cure the resulting munchies?” Another poster replied, “That’s a fantastic idea– this way they can sell Doritos for $20 a bag!” Simpy Classic.
Hiroyuki Nishigaki has once again surpassed rational thought and cut straight to the point: clenching your anus 100 times a day is both an obvious and malarkey-free cure for depression. And Nishigaki’s rectal breakthroughs can’t be compromised by such petty things as coherent English or scientific evidence:
“In addition your sex energy will begin to become strong again by constricting anus 100 times and denting navel 100 times everyday following the life style of long lived British. But, you had better reduce the frequency of ** and of ## to less then half If possible. If you are less than 40 or 50 years old, you may become impatient and want to rape secretively. You will not be able to sleep thirsting for a young beautiful woman or man almost all night at the beginning.“
[But most of the long lived British I've met ** and ## like five times a day and still want to rape secretively.]
“How many of you own a self-help book? That’s your first problem. You can’t help yourself, because yourself sucks. If you’re helping yourself, that means you’re being helped by a complete asshole.”
This is too cool not to share– Andrea Vadrucci lays down some sweeeeeet drum beats over the oh-so-lovable 8-bit Super Mario Brothers 2 soundtrack. Definitely a case of the sum of parts being greater than the means.
I don’t want to give too much away if you haven’t seen it yet, but it looks more like a dinosaur-bodied, fish-tailed, 6-to-8-legged, grasshopper-headed, tadpole mutant (and almost a little too much like the mutant in The Host).
Saw this at a local Japanese grocery store and had to give it a try (though I could really give a sh!t about tea). It’s called ‘Blooming Tea’ [link] - in hot water, the tea bundle slowly opens up into a flower. Something to do while you’re waiting for your tea to brew.
A very funny re-subtitled video, in light of the Cowboys’ playoff loss to the now Super Bowl-bound New York Giants. Who knew Hitler was such a sports fan?
There’s nothing quite as creepy as an abandoned psychiatric hospital.
My recommendation: Turn out the lights and take a look at the spectacular Opacity [urban ruins] gallery of abandoned morgues and mental hospitals while playing tracks from Tom Waits’ ‘Bone Machine’.
Head over to mashup.starwars.com to make your very own Star Wars mashup out of both their clips and your own. Originally this was part of a SpikeTV contest and the winners were posted on Spike. Even though the deadline has passed, you can still do some funny stuff. Here’s a hilarious one my buddy Ralph made– Greedo’s Gangsta Ebonics. Enjoy!
ChuckNorrisFacts.com is still funny, though it has officially reached the status of once-legendary-but-now-stale. And Chuck Norris himself has recently demonstrated that he’s kind of a douche. Though he’s always been kind of a douche.
And he’s freakishly hairy.
Like Robin-Williams-gorilla hairy.
Who is far more worthy of such recognition?
Action hero Bruce Willis.
Of course.
To clarify:
•Women smoke after sex with Bruce Willis. And they also sizzle and smoulder.
•Bruce Willis doesn’t use toilet paper. He uses Chuck Norris.
•Bruce Willis had a small hairy growth surgically removed from his back. It was Chuck Norris.
•Bruce Willis can cook Minute Rice in 10 seconds. With his mind.
•Bruce Willis doesn’t catch colds. Colds catch Bruce Willis.
•Bruce Willis bleeds to trick his enemies into thinking he’s mortal.
•Chuck Norris’s martial arts skills: black belts in Tang Soo Do.
Bruce Willis’s martial arts skills: black belts in being Bruce Willis.
•Every December, Santa Claus sits on Bruce Willis’s lap.
•Bruce Willis isn’t balding - his hair couldn’t handle the action and had to go.
•When Bruce Willis farts, it smells like Chuck Norris.
It goes without saying that the internet is an unstoppable fons of pornographic materials. No matter how weird it is, if you can imagine it, it’s probably on the internet (for example: “Latex Soccer Moms”).
With one exception: albino porn.
It is the unicorn of the pornographic world.
If you do a Google search for “albino porn,” you’ll find nearly 16,000 results. And they are all the same: bulletin boards with people saying, “Wow! I can’t find albino porn anywhere! It doesn’t exist!”
For the record: it does exist though I have no idea exactly where it came from. That is, on a bulletin board discussing this very subject, someone posted links [NSFW] to photos [NSFW] of what appears to be the same (albino) woman doing various interesting acts. And yes, she appears to actually be albino, versus really pale.
(Admit it, at least part of you wants to check out thelinks [NSFW]).
Wow.
It does exist.
Barely.
Here’s a Blogadilla challenge to someone out there:
If you happen to be albino and want to make a pioneering move for the internet and for albinos everywhere, send us naked photos of yourself (nothing too gross) and we will host (a work-safe link to) these images.
If you are this person, consider these three good reasons:
1). To stop 16,000 people from saying “Oh man, it doesn’t exist.”
2). To demystify albinism in an effective way: to spread (no pun intended) the message that albinos are just like everyone else, except less tan. . . . and with the power of flight and the ability to communicate with the dead.
3). To have the claim that you are perhaps one of only two albino erotic models on the entire internet.
[Side Note: Though albino pornstars barely exist, there are albino fashion models: the lovely Chinese fashion model Connie Chiu]
Say what you want to say about pot, but this is certainly interesting, and I will be curious to see how this experiment works out for all parties involved. Machines are ‘open’ for business 24 hours a day, and have security guarding them. Furthermore, potential consumers will have to check in and have prescriptions approved, have a photo and biometric fingerprint scan taken before making a purchase, and use a prepaid ‘credit’ card with dosage information pre-programmed in to prevent people buying more than their allotment.
