Dear Sergey Pakhomov aka The Pasta Artist,
Six years ago you were working on an ad campaign for a Russian macaroni company and were struck by divine inspiration: what if you built models of various objects using macaroni? So you did, and the ad campaign fizzled, but your life was forever changed. Now you build all kinds of things using all different kinds of pasta: spaghetti motorcycles with rotelle wheels, bi-planes with lasagna wings, and a whole pasta town complete with a linguini windmill and penne playground.
So why am I contacting you today? Well, I’m something of an amateur pasta artist myself. A beautiful pan of cheesy rigatoni speaks to my heart and soul in a much more profound way than the Sistine Chapel ever could. I don’t care for oil paintings unless the oil is olive and the canvas is cannelloni. Your work truly moves me. What do you say we collaborate sometime?
In Bangkok, Thailand 641 masseuses simultaneously performed massages on lucky volunteers for 12 consecutive minutes, breaking the Guinness World Record for biggest mass massage. The record was previously set in Australia in 2010, when 263 massage therapists worked in tandem. The event was organized to promote Thailand’s famous spa industry. “I felt enchanted. I felt calm and relaxed watching them,” said Thailand’s Prime Minister Yingluck Shinawatra.
How was he able to just watch them!? I would have lept into the action like a hungry animal and insisted that someone, ANYONE, work out the knots in my shoulders. Seriously, the picture alone is making me drool. I wouldn’t have cared if there were lots of uncomfortable moaning sounds in the room. Or if I had to wear one of those unflattering, linen outfits. I want to be there. RIGHT NOW! I guess I need to go for a chair massage after work. Or book a trip to Thailand for some spa time. I could handle that. [Metro UK]
I’m trying to figure out why someone would do this to their dog and what PETA/the ghost of Jim Henson would say. The doggie has Miss Piggy on one side and Kermit on the other. I almost feel embarrassed for this poor pup! Please someone tell me this is a Photoshop job? [I Am Bored]
A woman in Shelby, North Carolina, performed an incredible feat of strength — and a horrible crime — when she castrated a man with her bare hands. Joyce Maxine Gregory admitted that she squeezed a man’s scrotum out of his testicles (that has gotta hurt). She and the man, who has not been named, got in an argument Saturday morning. As he attempted to walk away from her, she squeezed him. Gregory was arrested and charged with malicious castration and assault inflicting serious bodily injury, and her bond was set at $20,000. Police say that when she was arrested, she pulled down her pants and peed in the squad car. Okay then. [Kait8]
Few people understand the importance of getting an order right. But Robert Wheeler does. Wheeler, of Vero Beach, Florida (of course), was so incensed by his pizza delivery guy forgetting to bring him garlic knots that he actually beat up the delivery driver. The driver said Wheeler then told him to “give that to the person working on the phone back at the restaurant.”
Wheeler has the words “Fat Boy” tattooed on his arms and weighs 346 pounds, so you can imagine how important those garlic knots were. Not sure what a garlic knot is? As Will Greenlee of TCPalm.com, the news agency that originally reported the story, explains: “Garlic knots are buttery, garlicky knots of dough — often pizza dough — that many consider positively scrumptious. Violence is not typically associated with garlic knots.” Just so we’re clear. [TCPalm]
Today in “Confusing Headlines From Iceland,” a missing tourist joined a search party to look for … herself. How does that work? Well, the woman was on a bus tour through the southern highlands of Iceland, and decided to change her clothes and “freshen up” after exploring a volcanic canyon. Apparently her freshening up routine was so effective (I might need to get some tips from this lady) that the bus driver and the rest of the tour group failed to recognize her and reported her missing to the police. A 50-person search party was formed, which the woman eagerly joined (bless her heart) after failing to realize the person everyone was looking for was, you know, her. Search efforts continued until 3 a.m., when it was discovered that the bus driver had miscounted his passengers and the missing woman had never been lost. Well, at least not in the physical sense. No word on whether the massive search party helped her find herself, in the Eat, Pray, Love sense. [Boing Boing]