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Talking Heads(tones)

What better way to tell your family “I’m a big, rich asshole who can afford to buy something extravagant instead of leaving you money in my will” than by purchasing a talking headstone.

According to ABC News,

Launched by Objecs, LLC last month, Personal RosettaStones are iPod-sized stone tablets embedded with RFID (Radio Frequency Identification) tags that can store up to 1,000 words and a picture. When they’re near a mobile phone equipped with compatible technology, the information in the microchip is beamed right on to the cell phone screen. Objecs says the tags, which can be affixed to headstones, can last for up to 3,200 years.

Great; now your parents can call you a failure up to 3,200 years from beyond the grave.

Thanks, Generic, Random LLC Name Objecs!

Would YOU get a talking grave for when you die? Too creepy? Not creepy enough?

Who Or What Is Yatta?

As best as I can tell, Yatta are a group of asian men who sing and dance on stage while wearing nothing but fig-leaves.

Um…yeah.

File this one under “I don’t get it” and “Why?”

Not only do these George Takai-looking motherfuckers like to sing and dance while wearing nothing but leaves, but they also like to jump out at the screen while “YATTA” is flashed on-screen.

Dear God, please don’t let them make Yatta in 3D.

Also, at 1:32 in, is it just me or are they doing the Drew Carey “Ohio!” yell from the end of the Drew Carey Show intro?

Chocolate-Powered Car

It’s true.

According to Reuters:

Fueled by leftover chocolate and with components made from carrots, potato starch and flax, the world’s first sustainable Formula 3 racing car has a top speed of 135 miles per hour and can go from zero to 60 in 2.5 seconds.

While this can, ultimately, lessen our dependency on oil, I can’t help but wonder how much chocolate will be wasted going into cars instead of my mouth.

Would YOU drive a chocolate-powered car?

Superman Ring Selling Big On Ebay

A vintage Superman ring, a promo from DC Comics via the 1940s, is currently up for sale on Ebay and has, so far, garnered bids upwards of $4000.

According to the seller:

This is a very rare first-ever Superman Premium Ring released to the public by DC Comics in the 1940’s. It is a silver metal ring with a brass Superman in the center, surrounded by the brass inscription “Supermen of America Member” on a red painted background. One side of the ring has two lightening bolts, and the other side has a planet.

How much would YOU pay for a vintage Superman ring?

Buy it here.

No Context: Drug Scene from “The Room”

The following is a scene from The Room (named ‘The worst film ever’ by EVERYONE) taken completely out of context.

All the info you get is that it is about drugs.

If you’ve never seen The Room, have fun figuring out what the deal is with that weird foreign guy at the end.

Jay Leno Kicking Ass?

Well, kinda.

As bad as this clip of him and Pat Morita in the 80’s buddy-cop film “Collision Course” is, it’s too awesome to pass up.

It has 80’s cheese written all over it: The bad outfits, the bad Leno jokes, Pat Morita, and a cheap action montage set to bad new wave.

8-Bit Wedding Invitations

Ever wanted to make your wedding invites a video game?

Me neither. But someone has!

According to Mashable:

The pair, who shared their story with Offbeat Bride, programed two versions of a Mario-inspired 8-bit video game as their wedding invitations and sent them out to friends and family. Guests are also challenged to beat the game should they wish to unlock the wedding details.

Moltar Explains Reruns

Remember when Cartoon Network, as well as everything else on TV, was in the middle of their stride in the 90’s?

Remember Toonami? That afternoon block of action cartoons on Cartoon Network.

When it first started out it was hosted by Space Ghost’s engineer, Moltar.

During commercial breaks he would chime in to give these semi-out-of-place words of wisdom about teamwork and leadership.

But there was always one I remembered that cut right through the bullshit: Reruns.

Yes, reruns. We all hate them, but this was perhaps the first time I had ever seen someone/something on TV actually address and explain to kids why we couldn’t have new things every day.

A logical answer can be figured out as an adult, but for a kid, many of us never got why new things only came once a week during only certain months of the year.

Well now we know…

I’m Sick Of Swiss Miss

This morning, as I sat eating my American breakfast of Patriot Pancakes and Frosted Freedom Flakes, I prepared a hot mug of Swiss Miss hot chocolate.

I poured one packet into my mug and began stirring it with the hot water.

As I began to drink it, I realized that their lone Swiss Miss packet was not enough. It still tasted watery. It took not one, not two, but THREE whole packets to finally get it to taste like something resembling chocolate.

But by that time, chunks of the power had slopped-up and were now all over my mug, coursing an otherwise smooth-textured beverage.

This is not the first time this has happened, but it shall be the last.

Why should I have to waste extra packets (and ergo $$$) getting the same rich, chocolaty flavor that SHOULD be delivered by only one, when there are other, generic, brands that probably go unnoticed under the shadow of your massive name-brand?

Swiss Miss, your shit’s weak and I’m calling you out on it.

Does anyone know of any hot chocolate mix that will do the job better than Swiss Miss?

Dynowarz: The Most-Awesome Cover Art Ever

DYNOWARZ!!!!

Specifically, the FULL title is “Dynowarz: The Destruction Of Spondylus.”

Why?

Why the fuck not! It’s spacemen, shooting lasers, through a ROBOT-DINOSAURS FUCKING HEAD!!!

There’s NO way this game can be bad…

………What……the…………FUCK?

This game might be the biggest FAIL transition from box-art to game ever.

How do you make a mediocre game with both robot-dinosaurs AND space lasers? Well, Bandai figured out a way to do it; Thanks for crushing my boyhood dreams, Bandai.

Go back to making shitty action figures for fat American kids who can’t afford better toys.