The 2nd Worst Rave I Have Ever Been To

Sorry I Missed Your Party

http://www.sorryimissedyourparty.com/

Watch Out for Your Ears

What makes this clip even better is:

1. Jimi performed this cover a mere three days after the Beatles released "Sgt. Pepper's."

2. George Harrison and Paul McCartney were at the show.

Latest Episode in the Fo Drizzle Saga

To those who doubt Snoop's status as a budding Dadaist artist, I present you with exhibit b (not feat. Xzibit):

So... many... questions...

Did Snoop really hire some guy to hold an umbrella for him or is he just a well dressed friend/fan? If he is a Snoop Inc. employee, why is he wearing a pinstriped suit? Is the suit standard umbrella holder issue worn by all union umbrella holders? Did Snoop ask for a head shot to be submitted with the umbrella resumes? More importantly, why does Snoop need an umbrella when he's wearing what look to be a rain coat and a jungle hat? Aren't those things designed specifically to repel rain? Come to think of it, is it even raining because I don't see even the slightest hint of rain in this picture?

Apparently, there exists some kind of invisible rain that can only be felt by celebrities.

(photo via eatliver)

Robots Do the Robot

Dear Science,

What the Eff?!?! You whisper promises of robots into the dreams of a twelve year old boy then year after year you fail to deliver. No, the Rumba does not count! I taped ten of those things on top of one another and let just say that I did not end up with Devastator.

I know that you're busy working on the whole global warming thing, and that energy crisis junk but peoples feelings are important too. Your equations and laser must not be sophisticated enough yet to understand human emotions our crushing desire to hang out with robots but throw us a bone. At this point, I'd even settle for a Vincent robot from Black Hole.

Parties I Wish I Attended

Relax people, it's the summer.

(via cynical-c)

Parties I Wish I attended

Science Fact: David Lee Roth is to partying as partying is to David Lee Roth. Sociologists studying American celebrities during the 1980s stumbled across the curious social anomaly and named it "The Infinite Cocaine Loop Paradox", but it is known to most people as "Halen's Razor."

Headline of the Week

Nothing beats a hot summer in space like kicking back on the porch with some cool iced tea. Next year, space stoop.


(headline via The Star, photo via Maldives Chronicle)

Moonwalk: Origins

A crack team of monkey moonwalk researchers has spent the last month putting together this video for your viewing pleasure.

(via milkandcookies)

James Brown Ski Party

How Rad were the 60's? James Brown went to Ski lodges and showed the whitest people on the planet what cool looked like. And they're all "right on" and just go on sitting there, completely in control of their faculties. How is that? If I saw the Godfather of Soul blast through the door on a fucking dog sled I'd shriek like a squirrel monkey and slap my own tear-soaked face for seeing a thing of such terror. I wouldn't be ok. I'd be exactly like the dude in Fire in the Sky when he came back from getting abducted. While every one was busy dancing, I'd be under the kitchen table holding my legs, trembling. No. Too much awesome cannot be seen with human eyes.

Watching this makes me realize how far white folks have come in 40 years. At least we can clap on time now. These fuckers are awkward. It's like a Bjorn Borg house party recreated for a ride at Epcot Center.

(via Funky Junk Trunk)

"I'm the Whoo!!" featuring Ric Flair

This goes out to Kid Dammit and Matty, For truly loving the beautiful theater that is the spectacular world of professional wrestling..and to Ric Flair, for having the hair of a Victorian nobleman vampire and for being so enthusiastic all the time.

P.S: According to internet, the cat who did the Slap Chop remix did this too.
P.P.S: He's not literally a cat. I was trying to sound cool. Sorry.

Picture of the Day

Say what you will about Eugene Levy's Siberian second cousin Wladimir Levy. But know that he is more than a man with a Canadian tuxedo and a Riker's Island smile. He's a man of conflicting dualities. He's filled with a jarringly potent zeal for his pursuits and hobbies. Yet ironically, those loves of his life also plague him, haunting his soul like the 8-armed ghost of Lenin that chokes him in his dream every night for being a Western sympathizer. But life isn't all about keytars, pelting, and sex crimes. So every year, during the rising blood moons of the dark season, Wlad retreats to his family compound nestled deep in the bandit and wolf-plagued forests due east of the cursed sulfur mines of Petetrotsdokivalavakia. There, and only there, Wlad can be Wlad. And once that iron door is bolted, it's crying time.

Coincidentally, the compound happens to be the only place that the ghosts of Vidal Sassoon's modeling agency can properly be summoned through the haunted phonograph inherited from his dead uncle. (Who everyone knows was totally a vampire, but don't tell Wlad, he's sensitive about it. Keep that one on the D.L. Hughley, komrades.)

Fuck the B-b-b-b-bank!!!

Sweet Debate Skills

Yeah, who is the "real" Batman?

Save the Pandas

What is it about pandas that turns ordinary zoo-goers into crazy cat ladies? Seriously people, you're extreme devotion is frightening these gentle creatures.



(elephant pandas via dailymail)