Ask not for whom the marmot screams. The marmot screams for you.
There is, apparently, at least one way to skin a watermelon.
The Slow-Mo Guys got one of those enormous water balloons. One of them got in it, and then they filled it up until it popped.
It is, of course, but one episode in a series; other “victims” include gasoline, a watermelon, a ribeye, and fireworks. Bookmarked, obviously.
PSA: Should you masturbate during the solar eclipse? Funny or Die asked the experts. Critical reading!
The guy behind LiarTownUSA is just a really wonderful sort of crazy.
If you don’t love this, I’m not sure we can be friends.
Upcoming movies, probably.
Apparently, Germans can’t say “squirrel”, but it’s fun to watch them try.
As you do.
(No, seriously, this is amazing.)
(Confidential to Charlie: Don’t skip this one.)
…from the 20 Best TED talks!
Goddamn, I love Animals Talking In All Caps.
Also, read isn’t quite the right word. There are no words in it, which just makes it more awesome.
Every time I think the Internet has gotten weird enough, somebody has to go and raise the bar.
(Widely linked, earliest h/t to R. W. S.)
Guys, I’m sorry, but it turns out crocodiles can climb trees. Govern yourself accordingly.
This excellent and exhaustive MeFi post includes a wealth of links to some old National Lampoon recorded comedy bits, including the (to my mind unequalled) Mister Rogers spoof (with Christopher Guest!) that sent us all into hysterics when we listened clandestinely at Boy Scout camp 35 years ago.
Considering the era, this stuff was immensely transgressive comedy; take a while and sample. It’s fucking hilarious.
Because he is awesome.
This is pretty awesome.
The house at 3215 Wade Avenue, about 15 minutes from downtown Raleigh, looks just like the rest of the houses in that neighborhood. A nice metal roof. Forest green window shutters. Doric columns line the front porch.
But there’s no driveway out front. And the lights are never on. And there’s no walkway to the front door.
Of course, none of those amenities are necessary, because this house is not a house at all.
…how about a rundown of Green Arrow’s more ridiculous projectiles?
Three words: Fake. Cat. Arrow.