Saturday, March 31, 2012
1080 is six 180 degree reversals. Of course a twelve-year-old did it.
I'm not sure, but I'm fairly certain that Tom Schaar's dad didn't build that ramp in his back yard for him.
(Thanks to Van der Leun for sending that one along in 1080p)
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
(Thanks to friend of BSBFB Charles Schenider for sending that along, via Bayou Renaissance Man)
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
It's all about the weight. I'm told the back half gets even better mileage. These cars should have their own carpool lane -- you know, during their commute to Chernobyl to harvest glo-sticks from regular trees, or their avant-garde experiments in vodka infusion, or whatever these fine, upstanding lads do for a living.
(Thanks to Honorary Borderline Russian Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
Monday, March 26, 2012
Allow me to translate. Forgive me if my Belgerlandish is a little rusty. It's been a while since I spoke it, and I left the cassette tape course on Belgerlandish in my car on a really hot day once, too, so my fricatives had dangling participles and my infinitives were split nine ways to Sunday already.
I think he said this wasn't a sport, he was just doing it for farts and giggles, then people started coming by and holding up cards with numbers on them, then a news crew stopped by because they saw the crowd gathered near the side of the road, and thought there might be a recumbent bicycle accident scene they could put on the news that night, and since they had the cameras unpacked already they filmed it anyhow.
That might not be an exact translation; the guy's accent makes it deuced difficult to sort out the past pluperfect subjunctive case of the verbs. But you get the idea.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
We, as a species, have entirely lost the ability to simply point a camera at anything to capture what's going on. If it's not half-out-of-frame jump cuts and little bits of visual dross stitched haphazardly, accompanied by a dimwit screaming the whole time, we're entirely unable to be entertained or edified.
We can, however, loop de loop the hell out of the third rock from the sun.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
That's an ornithopter. An ornithopter is an aircraft that flies by flapping its wings like a bird. This one's human-powered, which is very unusual. When men first started to sniff around flying machines, many naturally looked to nature to design the apparatus to get off the ground. You've all seen black and white FAIL video of the ill-starred crosses between the Red Baron and Icarus flapping their wood and canvas wings until the engine shook them to pieces or the ground put an exclamation point on how hard it is to fly.
Human-powered flight is deuced difficult. Most attempts at it aren't ornithopters; they're just lightweight bicycles with big wings and a driver with big legs. They don't get very far. The dirty secret of all this stuff is that human powered anything is woefully inefficient. A human being consumes a lot of energy to produce very little power. Nature has no opinion about whether you shovel coals into a furnace or hams into your face. Energy costs, big, and a human is a lousy dray horse.
But humans have minds. They invented all the stuff that made it possible for that feeble carcass, which is probably less feeble than most, to fly like a bird for a minute. Human beings are wonderful. We do what we put our minds to, eventually, generally. Shame we devote 90 percent of our mental horsepower to judging karaoke contests on teevee.
(Thanks to everyone's favorite bird-brain in Seattle, Van der Leun, for sending that one along)
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
I Once Took Apart A Centrifugal Clutch On A Five-Horse Briggs And Stratton. This Go Kart Seems Slightly More Elaborate Than That
This rig has a Yamaha motorcycle engine on it, and will do 180 mph.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
The video is much improved if you supply your own soundtrack. As he descends, loudly say owowOWOW ow ow OW OW owowowowowo OW! ow ow OWW!! over and over again.
(thanks to the Borderline healthy Gerard at American Digest for doing all the work around here)
Thursday, March 15, 2012
You know, computers can beat us at chess now. But they're never going to be able to do that.
(Thanks, I think, to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along. I imagine he could do that bit with the motorcycle and the fake barbell, but he doesn't like to show off)
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
We Will Suspend Our Strict "No Wagering" Policy Today. Can This Fellow Make An Entire Loop de Loop On His Longboard? Place Your Bets
Hmmm. The dreads might affect the laminar flow. The angle of descent in relation to the coefficient of friction looks cromulent. Drag seems under control, if a trifle hyperbaric. The caternary angle of attack is properly decimated. Hey, did any of you guys take a Materials course? ...
(Thanks to old BSBFB friend Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Observe, young men. This is how it works in the nightclub. There are too many men. They have their senses diminished. They are entirely exposed to calumny, ridicule, and physical aggression. Then a cruel women sneaks into their midst, and even though she's entirely disinterested in all of them, starts them all to fighting. Then she goes over in the corner and all her friends laugh about all the trouble they've caused.
(Thanks to Borderline Friend Gerard, at American Digest, for sending this one along)
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
This is it, I think. It must be. It's got the whole Internet, distilled down into one, pointless, mindless forty-five seconds.
I take it back. He forgot to play Rick Astley. But it was a fine effort at finishing the entire Intertunnel. Good jerb.
By the way, what's the difference between bagpipes and an onion? No one cries when you chop up a bagpipe. What's the difference between a bagpipe and a trampoline? You take your shoes off to jump up and down on a trampoline. Did you hear the one about...
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
... never walks when he can ride, never rides when he can sit, never sits when he can recline, never reclines when he could lie down, and never just lies there when he could be sleeping.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I predict the Twenty-First Century is going to skip flying cars and go entirely to flying robot cars immediately.