Dear Luo Dan,
I want to tell you that I’m feeling you wearing this deer head mask every day for the last four years. You started wearing it while you were making your art because it make you feel peaceful (no surprise that you’re a painter) and eventually, got used to wearing it and started to wear it all the time.
“The deer is a tame animal … Wearing its mask, I could find a long-missing inner peace. When I wear the mask, I feel I am a deer from within,” you said. Keep reading »
Manchester, home of the original goth Morrissey, is the first city to recognize alternative subcultures as motivation for hate crimes. Just last week the police force announced that it will now be illegal to harass or harm in any way goths, punks and emos. The police were inspired to protect these groups against hate crimes after 20-year-old goth girl Sophie Lancaster was attacked in a Manchester park in 2007 and died. Keep reading »
Strands from baby’s first haircut. The first tooth. Tiny footprints sunk into clay. Some parents even tuck away the dried stump of the umbilical cord or the stick pregnancy test as a touching memento marking the milestones of their kids. The latest? Breast milk jewelry, on sale at the handmade marketplace Etsy. Few issues polarize mothers more than breast-feeding, and all things related to breast-feeding, so wearing processed breast milk around the neck or in a bracelet has ignited some passions. Read more on Newser…
You probably weren’t considering putting an eel up your ass today. But just in case you were, please let this terrible eel-in-anus tale dissuade you from doing such a thing. And if eel-in-anus tales are the kind of things that make you feel uncomfy, you probably should stop reading now because I’m going to regale you with all the deets, gory enough to make Richard Gere and his gerbil ass blush. Keep reading »
A couple years ago my brother showed me a picture of an Asian giant hornet, and I thought he had Photoshopped it for the sole purpose of ruining my life, because if I was in one of those horror movies where a psychotic sadist made all my biggest fears come true, the grand finale would just be putting me in a room with a really big bee. So I was horrified this morning when I came across a story about a Japanese vodka that’s made out of fermented giant hornets. Seriously: you drown a bunch of hornets in vodka and let the resulting stew ferment for three years. That’s the recipe. Apparently the drink smells like rotting flesh and has a “salty aftertaste that comes from the wasp’s poison.” I need a drink–made with non-hornet vodka–to recover from this story. [Oddity Central]
Searching for something to do with your old poop? Does flushing it down the toilet just seem sad? Perhaps you should consider a fecal transplant — give the gift of your poo to someone else. This sign was photographed at the University of Adelaide in Australia and sent to us by a reader. “Donors wanted: Our research needs your poo,” it says. “We are conducting research into faecal [sic] transplantation as a potential treatment for ulcerative colitis and we need healthy volunteer donations.” Either this is the ickiest research study ever done Down Under (yuk, yuk) or someone is pranking Dr. Sam Costello and Dr. Jane Andrews bad. [Thanks, LR52185, for the pic!]
The chicken wings were cute. The Muenster cheese? Adorable. Yesterday’s theft of seven palettes of Nutella? Well, okay. But come on people? Stealing an entire truckful of soup? Where is this going!? Eusebio Acosta of — where else? — Orlando, Florida, stole the truck, but didn’t get very far with it. He was arrested and charged with grand theft auto. I guess that much soup is kind of hard to hide. [WFLX]
Hello there. I’ve spent a good portion of my morning trying to learn all there is to know about Pad Gardner, the guy who is trying to become a pink, disposable maxi pad. To quote Pad’s Tumblr “About Me” section:
“I am a guy that is becoming a pink disposable feminine pad, and later on I will be pressed against a soft vulva for a woman’s period … I have wanted to become a pad since I was 10 years old.”
In my stalking of Pad, I’ve grown quite fond of him. Not fond enough to let him be my pink, Kotex overnight maxi pad, but still, pretty damn fond. After the jump, I’d like to share everything I’ve learned about Pad and I hope you will grow to adore him the way I have. Keep reading »
I often find myself marveling at people’s innovative (and illegal) public masturbation sessions. Like the guy who emptied a vacuum cleaner in a neighbor’s home and then pleasured himself on the dirty floor or the woman who diddled herself on a Florida highway. I know both of these self-love sessions ended in arrest, and I don’t condone crimes where anyone feels violated, obviously, but I can’t help but be in awe of how much trouble they went through just to get off!
This week, William Blakely wins the creative/illegal masturbation award. The former Mount Carmel, Tennessee, Vice-Mayor is facing charges of indecent and reckless endangerment and criminal attempt to commit aggravated assault for jerking off out of the window of his car while he was driving 90 miles per hour. I mean, how do you even achieve that? Keep reading »
First, a couple of dudes stole $65,000 worth of chicken wings. Then someone stole 42,000 pounds of Muenster cheese. And now, thieves have made off with $21,000 worth of Nutella. Over the weekend, the town of Niederaula, Germany, was robbed of seven palettes of Nutella. The Nutella addicts stole the jars from a parked semi-truck trailer.
And that leads me to believe that someone is getting ready to throw the world’s biggest weird-combinations-of-food party. What could you make with all that chicken, Nutella and cheese? Let’s go to the cookbooks, shall we? Keep reading »