Fascinating article in Popular Mechanics …
A Liverpudlian mechanic bought the trademark, IP and leftover parts, moved to Texas, and hopes to manufacture about 300 vehicles a year.
I guess you could say he’s going … BACK TO THE FUTURE.
Anybody Seen It?
(See what I did there?)
Glorious Technicolor
This is some seriously fascinating, I’m-not-doing-any-more-work-today shit right here.
Reading Is Fundamental
What are any of you bastards reading these days? Believe it or not, I put down the band bios for a minute and I’ve been enjoying the hell out of John Dies At The End. It’s got kind of a MIB vibe, if the agents were a couple of twenty-something college dropouts.
In this reissue of an Internet phenomenon originally slapped between two covers in 2007 by indie Permutus Press, Wong — Cracked.com editor Jason Pargin’s alter ego — adroitly spoofs the horror genre while simultaneously offering up a genuinely horrifying story. The terror is rooted in a substance known as soy sauce, a paranormal psychoactive that opens video store clerk Wong’s — and his penis-obsessed friend John’s — minds to higher levels of consciousness. Or is it just hell seeping into the unnamed Midwestern town where Wong and the others live? Meat monsters, wig-wearing scorpion aberrations and wingless white flies that burrow into human skin threaten to kill Wong and his crew before infesting the rest of the world. A multidimensional plot unfolds as the unlikely heroes drink lots of beer and battle the paradoxes of time and space, as well as the clichés of first-person-shooter video games and fantasy gore films. Sure to please the Fangoria set while appealing to a wider audience, the book’s smart take on fear manages to tap into readers’ existential dread on one page, then have them laughing the next.
Oob La Do Do
Anyone going to pick up the remastered White Album? I don’t have $140 laying around, but I’d really like to hear the Esher demos. Also, and I know I will take heaps of abuse for this, I could do without about half that album.
My Eyes! The Goggles Do Nothing!
The horror, the horror.
Sylvester Stallone designed this pen and watch set a few years ago as part of cross-promotion for The Expendables. The watches ranged in price from $5,000.00 up to $75,000.00!
So, basically the guy who sat next to you in 8th grade study hall is now making pens.
Or …
For the man who has everything … except taste.
Or …
EXOTIC. MAJESTIC. IMPOSING. A pen that feels like a steel dick in your pocket, stabbing your actual genitals.
Sizzle, My Sweet, In The Flames of the Damned!
The most relaxed torture victim you’ll ever see. He’s obviously working his ass off to maximize the pain, while she looks like she’s getting a foot massage.
Shaun!
Funny, then stupid, then funny again. I don’t know why.
Cracked says …
Heavy Rain is an ambitious, complicated and tense murder mystery, which is exactly the sort of game that’s begging for glitches to interrupt the drama like a drunken clown stumbling into a funeral. In the heady emotional climax, protagonist Ethan has found his missing son, Shaun, just in time to stop a serial killer from serial killing him. You’re prompted to hit a button to howl Shaun’s name to the heavens in sheer joy, but what’s supposed to be a touching moment of fatherly love instead turns into a bizarre fit of familial Tourette’s.
Sometimes the prompt to shout “Shaun” shows up and refuses to leave. You can scream it anytime: Ethan yells it at his girlfriend for no reason; he interrupts the villain’s evil monologue with “SHAUN”; he hollers his son’s name in response to getting shot. Later, as Ethan’s lady friend is running from the killer, he keeps screaming “Shaun!” with the voice of a demigod that carries for miles. Eventually, Ethan recovers from his wound, confronts the killer, and blows him away on top of a construction crane. In the pouring rain, he delivers his badass one-liner. It is, of course, “SHAUN!!!”
Shit
Beatles engineer Geoff Emerick, dead at 72.