OK. Now it might take you a while to make it out, but that could be seen as Lisa giving Bart a little too much family love. Obviously, it's been touched up with colors to reflect the likeness of the characters, but it's a little too close not to consider the fact the designer had something in mind. And the zionist thing, eh, whatever. I guess it could be kind of seen as ZION, but that would be giving Iran credit. And we don't do that here, because Iran doesn't exist, or something....
The Rockville Central will be moving its operations and news coverage to its Facebook page this month. This could drum up plenty of speculation of whether or not there will be an industry shift to breaking news on Facebook. It's a cheaper alternative to hosting all of the content on your website, I guess.
For years, the PGA held a solid stance against spectators bringing cell phones to golf tournaments. They would allow press to keep cell phones on silent, but even then there were the seldom few who forgot to put them on silent. It's happened, and it's hilarious once the embarrassment settles. But this will be like that times 5,000. Cell phones on the golf course will eventually go very badly for the PGA. And while they say photos are not allowed, it will be impossible to stop, and consequentially will provide us with more photos and videos of golfers doing things that Jim Nantz doesn't want you to know about. This ought to be interesting...
Considering the world's obsession with this fantastically simple, yet incredibly addictive and cathartic game, this kind of cake should probably be sold in every super market. You have to give credit to the kid's dad who had the imagination to put this all together. But while taking in all the glory and genius behind this, you have to wonder what that tastes like. I doubt it matters to the kid, in the end.
At least somebody is really getting to the nitty gritty on unemployment. For those that are just leaving, or are about to leave college, get ready for what "professional life" might be like for you.
Radiohead is set to release its eighth full-length album this week. Apparently the band is calling it the "world's first newspaper album." Apparently that means it will include two vinyl albums, a CD, artwork and a digital download. The album ships May 9. Get excited, folks. This band only seems to get better with age.
Technically they are Playmobile's, but that just has to be some kind of Euro knock off, or sister company. Regardless, these little bastards do a good Joy Division cover of "Transmission."
Check out the drummer's face toward the end. It kills me for some reason.
For those of us that saw Monkey Shines, or remember the beginning of 28 Days Later, this has a certain terrifying effect. But still, it's a monkey in a girl's mask, and that's just funny/adorable.
For some reason, this ad makes me die inside a little bit. This poor sack doesn't even have the emotional intelligence or the self confidence to realize that his hipster hottie, who made the first move, liked him after all. He had to be put to ease by a Facebook post. That's what gets me. And I fear that's the way the world is turning thanks to Facebook and the other self-gratifying social sites of our fine advanced digital age. Paranoid? Why yes. Hypocritical? Wearing it like a 3-piece suit, actually. But still, is it all necessary?
Who am I to judge what you use Facebook for? Well, nobody at all, fine sir. That's the great thing about Facebook. You can be who you want to be, and post what you want to post. Don't mind me for judging your every misspelled word, poorly punctuated exclamation or mindlessly boring bits of information (especially the lunch thing. Why are you posting your eating habits?). I too post those things, and it makes me feel super warm inside.
But I have a strange feeling all of this self-indulgence and reassurance via computer monitor are going to do terrible things to our ability to interact in the present form. So do what I do, put the phone down, step away from the computer and try to remember how to feel like a human again. It can only help our chances of surviving poor posture and a fragile emotional state.
After leaving the club he claimed he loved, purely for a "better chance" at top-tier football, Fernando Torres gets the proper treatment from his old teammates. To make it even better, he was subbed out 60 minutes into the match, probably for being useless...
The Union, Philly's MLS team, has a supporters group, or ultras group, called the Sons Of Ben. GQ does an interesting profile, from a British perspective, of the group and hits on some interesting points, like the way these groups would like to mimic the hooliganism rampant in England in the 70s and 80s, but without all of the violence. Some go to the games and don't care about the match happening behind them, but would rather taunt the other teams and sing loudly in a collective pride. Hey, as long as it helps grow the game in America, I'm all for it. Sing loud and proud, boys...
This college hoops fan has the right idea for psyching out the opposing team. Mimicking Disney characters and getting the student section to sing the songs in unison would put Tiger Woods off his game. Wouldn't it be great if there was one golf tournament, JUST ONE, where the gallery could do everything in their power, aside from violence and hurling projectiles at players, to distract them. Oh wait, they already have that. It's called The Players...
Oh. My. God. This is what it's like to play a soccer game in Greece, apparently. Actually, this is what it's like to watch a soccer game from the stands and live to tell the tale. Aside from this being incredibly unsafe, it has got to be incredibly entertaining for the fans and must also strike fear in the hearts of the visiting team. Someone had to die in that crowd though, right?
