My New Internet Girlfriend

Greetings, sweaty people!

As you can imagine, it is difficult being a goth in the summer time; our wardrobe choices aren't really formatted for heat, sunlight, or being outside in general. And Portland has experiencing a heat wave (well, hot for US, anyway...usually there's a smooth transition from spring right into fall), which makes me want to tear out all of my hair. But, one of my favorite things to do this summer has been to sit in Mr Muffin's house at night, with the door open and the breeze blowing in, drinking a Ninkasi (mmmmph) and watching silly things on Youtube.

Fun fact: I get nearly all of my neat internet things from Mr Muffin. I, singularly, am not neat at all.

Now, as hinted at in a previous post, my Mr Muffin is departing Portland all too soon, leaving poor little me to drink IPA's all by my lonesome, so its time to get me a new

(wait for it)

INTERNET GIRLFRIEND.

I present, to you, candidate number one: Youtube's Vi Hart.

Vi Hart is a math nerd (a self-described 'recreational mathemusician') who, in addition to having the unique capability to turn your brain into spaghetti, is funny as hell. Check out her recent video on sound, and her channel on Youtube.

Lame Roundup

Greetings follower-bodies!

It's roundup day. Sorry it is so late, and that I've been so remiss in my duties. Soon, I promise, I will make it up to you. Until then...

I want these so bad.

I can't stop. I am so sorry.

This is hilarious.

BAHAHA

Best.

I will purchase everything they sell, seriously. All the shirts will belong to me.



This is hilarious. And also true.

Based on this my ideal match might be Thor. Shit.

Why yes I will take this Arrested Development version of clue.

The Daily Nail: June 2010 (clipped to polyvore.com)


That is all.

Blowing Smoke...

Because one of our readers can't keep himself together.

The Crying Game[s]

Greetings, single people!

So we all have those times when someone rips your heart out of your chest, sticks a fork in it and declares it to be done. The classic response is to get a pint of Haagen Daaz [Oh, who am I kidding. Several gallons of Haagen Daaz.], curl up with "The Notebook" and complain to everyone that will listen for the following three months about how your life is over. But if you're like me, you have "comfort foods" that require a console and controller. [No, not power tools...put those away! Your buzz saw wont bring him back!....unless....]

Here are three of my favorite games to nurse you through a break-up with your snuggle-buddy...from the end of your epic fairy tale romance, to a nasty break-up with that fuckface, to your Mr Muffin moving far away for a [admittedly fantastic and certainly well-deserved] job promotion. Chin up, you. Somewhere, there's a princess in another castle....so to speak.

Click the jump to feel better about your lonely life!

Everybody loves a T-Shirt post!

Greetings, naked people!

So if you're like me, you have approximately 19,000 t-shirts, from various places and saluting various thing. [doesn't stop me from wearing the same one over and over, though!] Ah, the t-shirt...so simple, yet so sophisticated. So classic, yet so modern. [wash off that mustard stain, fool!] So, you can imagine my delight whenever I come across some cool-as-shit t-shirts and immediately order one of everything.

Out of Print designs is featuring some sweet-ass literary shirts; emblazoned with some classic book titles on vintage-looking threads, and quite frankly, most would need to do a double take to know the shirts were featuring book titles cause they also just look pretty cool on their own. ["whatchoo mean, 1984? that aint the year it be!"] AND they feature women's cuts, SQUEEEEEEE!

[some of my favorites]

GO BUY THEM ALL!

Girl, You Crazy

Greetings, all! ... I SAID GREETINGS, ALL!!!

People do a lot of silly things for art. Famous silly art projects include filling fields with umbrellas [one of which later blew away and killed somebody...death by umbrella?! how lame AWESOME is that!?!?], sticking mirrors on trees [which, probably, due to the reflection of the sun light, burned the entire forest down a la ants under a magnifying glass] to show the life cycle of the pines or something, or gathering 1500 naked people around a historical monument [by the by, this is a good way to define the kind of naked that is in no way sexy at all]. However, this has to be the weirdest one I've ever come across, courtesy of the Super Mutants at Geekologie.

French artist Marion Laval-Jeantet has been injecting herself with horse's blood in her recent project, "May The Horse Live in Me," bringing horrifying irony to the term 'art installation.'

She could not inject the plasma initially but had to build up a tolerance by injecting horse immunoglobulins and glycoproteins over several months. In February of this year, she was ready for plasma that contained the entire range of foreign immunoglobulins. What happened was interesting in that her body did not reject them, but entered her blood stream and bonded with her own proteins. The results are stunning.

"The artist, during and in the weeks after the performance, experienced not only alterations in her physiological rhythm but also of her consciousness. "I had the feeling of being extra-human," explained the artist. "I was not in my usual body. I was hyper-powerful, hyper-sensitive, hyper-nervous and very diffident. The emotionalism of an herbivore. I could not sleep. I probably felt a bit like a horse.'"

I'm just gonna come out and say it...WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?

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Roundups are boring.

But I WILL KEEP ROUNDING UP ANYWAYS!

Miss Lulu informs me my massive picture and video logged posts are making our blog load slowly. THEREFORE, a cut is in order.

So here is a teaser:


Two of the most bad-ass video game chicks.

If you don't make the jump, all the unicorns will die.