I’ll get off of this Back To The Future kick eventually, I promise, but first we need to talk about these:
Here we have the second prototype of Power Laces shoes, a la BTTF Part II, created by Blake Bevin. This updated prototype has the lacing mechanism built into the sole, and has a sensor in the sole which activates the motor automatically. As Marty McFly once said, “Alright!”
Here’s the catch: [click to continue…]
As I wrote in my Coming Attractions post, horror dealing with possession or satanic cults is horror that sticks with me when it is done well. Possession movies are most often a sub- set of the evil child movies. To be honest, I don’t normally care for evil child movies. It seems that many of them try too hard, rather than letting the natural creepiness of children lay a subtle framework for the film.
Enough about my preferences and on to the film at hand! [click to continue…]
Yo ho, I know you may be thinking, “Is that some sort of shoehorned David Lynch reference that Rachael stuck in there in order to keep the Nerdist vibe going?” But don’t be mistaken. These balls are definitely blue (hurrrr):
So these came about because our fearless leader, Chris, tweeted about some cake balls that he received from Austin Cake Ball, and kindly asked if I would make some for him to stare at. He suggested red velvet, but red velvet cake always unnerved me in that way I couldn’t describe until people started ordering those “witty” groom’s cakes in the shapes of like, armadillos and cats and shit made out of red velvet cake so that it looked like your cake was roadkill when you cut it open. I had some blue gel food coloring laying around from my agar agar cups, so I though I’d make some blue velvet cake balls instead!
Cake balls sound hard, like you’d need some sort of special equipment, but they’re actually pretty easy. It’s just crumbled cake that’s bound together with frosting, rolled into balls and then coated with frosting or chocolate on the outside.
I thought I’d give my cake balls a delicious Lynchian twist and make some cream cheese frosting with the flavors of cinnamon and chili to complement the chocolate of the blue velvet cake to give it a bit of a Mexican hot chocolate vibe. Though I guess an actual Lynchian twist would be to put like, a dead hooker in the middle of each cake ball, but that’s neither here nor there. The full recipe (and more yummy pictures) is after the jump. +10 charisma points to the person who makes the best blue balls pun in the comments.
If LOST had lips, I'd never work up the courage to kiss it.
It’s been about a week since the Lost box set has come out. Enough time to finish all 5252 episodic minutes along with all the extra features. I’ll assume each and every single one of you has done so. You’ve read the pull out thing-y with your black light. The stone pieces reflected a distorted version of your smile as you set them on the board to a game you don’t know how to play. You got frustrated trying to roll up Jacob’s message in the ankh, which was nothing but gibberish symbols that meant nothing. You are done. You’ve finished all that is Lost: The Complete Collection on blu ray or dvd. Or have you?
wwwwWWWWAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaannnnnnhhhhhhaaaaaaaeeeeaaaao
(That is my typographical interpretation of the theme music.)
Continue on to get mind fingered. WARNING: SPOILERS!
I blurred the robot sexy bits out for you people who have day jobs and intolerant bosses. You're welcome!
IGN and Kotaku reported some exciting Fallout: New Vegas news this weekend! ROBOT CONGRESS WILL BE ALLUDED TO OR SOMETHING. It seems sex with robots is totally a go for the upcoming apocalypse (game). Here is what the ESRB says:
There is also an extended sequence suggesting (no depiction) sexual activity with a robot (e.g., “Fisto reporting for duty . . . Please assume the position,” “I suppose I should test you out . . . Servos active!” and “Something wrong with someone if they got to f**k a machine.”)
So…yeah. You can have sex with a robot named Fisto in the new Fallout game without his/her consent. Huh.
While I may not be down with the idea of robot rape, this news got me to thinking about electronically enhanced human-esque borg things I’d totally do the dirty with in a pinch. [click to continue…]
Naturally I think this is awesome but I am pissed I didn’t do it first.
You know, it’s hard to say which could be considered the bigger pop culture achievement for the gang at Facebook. The multi-million-dollar Oscar-bait movie directed by David Fincher… or the Turkish pop song?!:
If anyone speaks Turkish, BTW, I’d love to know what young master Ismail YK is actually saying. (Call me crazy, but it might be something about picking up hot chicks on Facebook?) Also, the games must really be improving over there because clinging to a helicopter while you escape the tidal wave that destroys New York > FarmVille.
There are plenty of badasses in movie history, but only six can be the baddest assest of all. What makes a badass should be self-evident, but for this here list I’m going to boil it down to three criteria: 1) Ability to overcome obstacles using guile and cunning as well as force, 2) durability in the face of overwhelming odds, 3) SACK! The swagger to laugh, or smirk, at whatever situation presents itself. There are plenty of characters that I’ve left off the list by simple fact that they are hot heads, so guys like Indiana Jones or Martin Riggs are suitably awesome, but lose their cool too often to be considered for this list. Get it? Let us begin.
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Disney is attempting to make their classic (and still perfectly hilarious) content hipper, phatter and/or qualitatively phresher by adding douchebag overdubs to many of their timeless cartoons. As in the ones that were doing just fine the way they were—thank you very much—you cynical, soulless, money-grubbing corporate savages.
But the results are goddamn fantastic…in a gallows humor, psyche-shattering, has-the-world-really-come-to-this(?), sort of way.
This, I can handle with a slow, dry, world weary guffaw. BUT! They just had to go and push the envelope a little further…
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