For Slippery When Wet, Forever Ago

A little Bon Jovi/Bon Iver mashup? Well played, everybody.


Bon Joviver - You Give Love A Bad Name

Beavis & Butthead In Real Life

Makeup special effects artist Kevin Kirkpatrick has dropped us off and left us stranded deep, deep, deep in the Uncanny Valley with his 3-d models of everyone's favorite subnormal 15-year-olds, Beavis and Butthead. Hope you weren't planning on sleeping anytime soon.

First, here's the source material in case you're a little rusty on B & B canon.

Hello

Hello from ant1mat3rie on Vimeo.

Lionel Ritchie's "Hello" through films. This must have taken forever to compile.

Happy Lemon The 13th

From the always-interesting, sometimes inscrutable Shorpy, titled Queen of Lemons: 1920. Click to enjoy in all its full-size what-the-effery.

The Name's Bop. Beezow Doo-Doo Zoppitybop-Bop-Bop.

Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop, a 30-year-old Wisconsin man, was arrested on multiple drug and firearm charges on Thursday afternoon in Madison. (via Daily Picks and Flicks)

Break Like The Wind

I'm ashamed to say that this made me giggle much more than I'd care to admit. What am I, 12? (via Miss Cellania)



Bonus video: The arm fart scene from the movie Robots.

We're Gonna Run The Good Dad/Bad Dad Routine On Her

"Law & Order" fan interrogates his daughter. She should have known better. She had the right to remain silent.

WARNING: Contains dangerously high levels of adorableness.

I Don't See Dead People

Album covers minus the dead guys. Can you figure out who is missing from these iconic covers?

Pinkies Up!

Mug-tiquette (via Meme-Meme)



By the by, does anyone know just how the whole "Pinky Extended While Drinking Tea = Fancy" thing originated? Is that even a real thing? This online tea shop says no, it's actually considered rude (or maybe just overly-pretentious?)

How to Properly Drink your Tea - First and foremost, never hold your cup with your pinkie finger extended. This is improper and in most social settings is considered rude. Place your index finger into the handle of the cup up to the knuckle while placing your thumb on the top of the handle to secure the cup. The bottom of the handle should then rest on your third finger. The fourth and fifth fingers should curve back towards your wrist.

Collared

Maybe you remember a bizarre bank heist from 2003 in which Brian Wells, a middle-aged pizza delivery guy, wore a collar bomb while attempting to rob an Erie, PA bank, and, when captured, told the police that he was being forced to either come up with $250,000 or his captors would detonate the device. The police called in the bomb squad to defuse it, but it exploded before they arrived, killing the man.

The most perplexing and intriguing pieces of evidence, though, were the handwritten notes that investigators found inside Wells’ car. Addressed to the “Bomb Hostage,” the notes instructed Wells to rob the bank of $250,000, then follow a set of complex instructions to find various keys and combination codes hidden throughout Erie. It contained drawings, threats, and detailed maps. If Wells did as he was told, the instructions promised, he’d wind up with the keys and the combination required to free him from the bomb. Failure or disobedience would result in certain death. “There is only one way you can survive and that is to cooperate completely,” the notes read in meticulous lettering that would later stymie handwriting analysis. “This powerful, booby-trapped bomb can be removed only by following our instructions… ACT NOW, THINK LATER OR YOU WILL DIE!” It seemed that whoever planned the robbery had also constructed a nightmarish scavenger hunt for Wells, in which the prize was his life.

That was the last I had heard of the case, except for the 2010 release of 30 Minutes or Less starring Danny McBride and Jesse Eisenberg, which, astoundingly, uses the source material as the basis for a surprisingly funny action-comedy(!)

About a year ago, in their January 2011 issue, Wired Magazine published a fantastic article on the latest developments the FBI has made in this twisty case.

READ ON...

Li'l Homewreckers

What happens when you give kids thousands of stickers and turn them loose in a pristine, pure-white room? These pictures are from a beautiful interactive piece called The Obliteration Room by Yakoi Kusama at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane.

Does anyone superannuated (ie. old) like me remember a Harvey Comic called Little Dot? She was obsessed with polka dots, and, uh, well, that was about the extent of her character development, I think.

To be honest, her mania over dots seemed to zoom right past obsession, waved goodbye to OCD in the rear-vew mirror and put the pedal to the metal on the express line to Crazytown. I would be interesting to read a psychiatric write-up on poor old Dot. Here are some of the zanier/ weirder/ WTF-ier covers I found.

While the screams of trapped children in the burning orphanage caused even the most grizzled firefighter to weep uncontrollably, Dot attempted to blend into the background by suddenly feigning interest in a bug on the store window.

Yeah, I'm sure Little Dot's parents were totally cool with their little Miss OCD making their home forever unsaleable by turning it  into a goddamn Jackson Pollock canvas.

Ha! It's funny because Little Dot is painting on polka dots with some mythical "polka-dot color" paint! That must be why they use variations of this gag on about 30% of their covers! Ha!

Issue #102, in which Little Dot falls in love with a lifeless, soulless, eyeless zombie.

Little Dot began her vandalism spree relatively early on. Later in life, when she came to work for her local organized crime unit, Dot a/k/a "The Postholer" used the same technique for body disposal in locales where there was not enough space to bury the victim in a supine position.

One can almost hear the fevered mutterings. "So hungry. Must eat... but... can't... until every food item has been polka-dotted in some fashion."

GAAHH! NIGHTMARE FUEL!

Saint Bill

"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas."

"A looper?"

A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? 'Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-lagunga.' So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, 'Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.' And he says, 'Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.' So I got that goin' for me, which is nice"

(via Skip's House of Chaos)

Joe Ely - Saint Valentine