Well, Your Mother's Shed, Anyway
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
War Is Hell, But It's Not Nearly As Bad As AC/DC "B" Sides
Retired US military pilots teach Iraqi Air Force students to fly helicopters. Through canyons.
(Thanks to Casey Klahn for sending this one along)
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
LEGO V-8
I'm fairly certain a 1971 Ford Maverick had something like this for an engine, only less reliable, and made from weaker materials than plastic. But then again, a used Maverick was less expensive than a LEGO Deathstar is, and you could actually get to second base in the back seat.
If you're over the age of 16, and have a LEGO Deathstar, don't bother Googling "getting to second base," because you're never going to.
If you're over the age of 16, and have a LEGO Deathstar, don't bother Googling "getting to second base," because you're never going to.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Why Don't You Board It, Man?
My friends and I used to downhill ski. 220 cm skis, go as fast as you can. We used to meet guys like this every once in a while. Different planet. We used to just refer to them as "Wildmen."
Friday, January 21, 2011
In Snowboarding, As In Life, It's Good To Have Plan B Ready And Waiting
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Yer Doin' It Wrong
Tear down the windmills. Hook up the dudes jumping off them to the grid. Unlimited energy! At least until they get married, and the lawn needs mowing.
(Thanks to BSBFB fave Misterarthur for sending that one along)
(Thanks to BSBFB fave Misterarthur for sending that one along)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Man, I'm Getting Old. We Used To Ride Our Bikes Up The Hill, Too
(Thanks to Brian Erb for sending that one along)
Monday, January 17, 2011
Future Plumbers Of The World Unite!
The low-slung pants of the typical skateboarder point to a future career in rightie tightie leftie loosie. Gotta have fun while it lasts.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Just How Fast Is A Formula One Car, Exactly?
Some wag overlaid video from a Formula 1 race over a FIA GT race to give some perspective. FIA GT is sorta like a European version of what used to be called "stock car" racing. The original car has to be street legal. Then they replace damn near the whole thing, and race.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I Want A Flying Wombat
From the movie The Young In Heart.
The Wombat showroom has, get this, DOORS THAT OPEN BY THEMSELVES!
Modern Mechanix asked in 1940: Is this the car of tomorrow? You guys rest. I'll take this one. The answer is "No." Lotsa laughs, though. I like the tuck and roll padded interior in lieu of airbags. I bet you could hold a mixed drink in there and not spill it. With the front wheels entirely inside the fenders, you won't be making any turns anyway.
The car still exists, apparently:
The Wombat showroom has, get this, DOORS THAT OPEN BY THEMSELVES!
Modern Mechanix asked in 1940: Is this the car of tomorrow? You guys rest. I'll take this one. The answer is "No." Lotsa laughs, though. I like the tuck and roll padded interior in lieu of airbags. I bet you could hold a mixed drink in there and not spill it. With the front wheels entirely inside the fenders, you won't be making any turns anyway.
The car still exists, apparently:
Labels:
1930s,
cars,
horsepower,
hot rods,
movies
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Real Men Of Genius, Chapter 143: Radio Controlled Snowplow Jeep
Here's to you, Mr.Theresnowayi'mgoingoutsideinslippersandatoqueandshovelingthedrivewaythefootballgameisonandijustgotmysnuggiearrangedjustso.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
It's A Simple Game, Really
All you have to do is put that man on the ground, or better still, just take the ball away from him. There's eleven of you and only one of him. How hard can it be?
The sportswriters and the Intertunnel Comment Shakespeares all said that the NFL is a joke to allow a crummy team to take up a precious playoff spot when all they do is stumble to a Division title in a joke of a Division. I agree. Why do we let the Indianapolis Colts play in the playoffs year after year for winning the AFC South, anyway?
The sportswriters and the Intertunnel Comment Shakespeares all said that the NFL is a joke to allow a crummy team to take up a precious playoff spot when all they do is stumble to a Division title in a joke of a Division. I agree. Why do we let the Indianapolis Colts play in the playoffs year after year for winning the AFC South, anyway?
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Wholesome Explosions, Chapter 133: The Backyard Mortar
Back before running with scissors was considered a suicide attempt. Before being forced to wear a helmet to ride a plastic tricycle in the living room. Way back before pointing your index finger and saying "bang" was a felony. Back then, we occasionally ended up being called "lefty," and that's the way we liked it.
(Thanks to Gerald VanWynGaarden for sending that one along)
(Thanks to Gerald VanWynGaarden for sending that one along)
Friday, January 7, 2011
Finally, Something With Just The Right Amount Of Cowbell
Honorary Borderline Sociopath Spike Jones does Aram Khachaturian's Sabre Dance.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I Was Going To Mock A Fellow Who Devoted So Much Time To Jumping Rope
Then I watched the video, and noticed even the girls in the video could beat me up.
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
(Thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Sledding Is An Art Form, Not A Sport
I see those fools in the Olympics sitting like passengers in an engineless Prius, dressed in matching spandex union suits and wearing their short-bus helmets, and that's when I know money can ruin anything. You need to get snow down your pants, and at least risk crashing into one another, or you're not even trying.
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