Thomas Edison is high-fiving Jimi Hendrix in Hell. Just recently GE dug up a time capsule that had some light bulbs in them, and found that three of them were in working condition. This video is the crazy bastards lighting up one of them after a century. No word on what they did with the dessicated corpse of Edison and the Illuminati Jewel he held in his rigid skeleton hands, though.

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They’re fucking up my box of crayons! Physicists have dared defy the contents of making a children’s room and my underwater unicorn dungeon by generating eleven new hues.

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I don’t read manga, but the anime adaptation of Akira  is more than responsible for help shaping the warped, bent, broken psyche that I own these days.  Katsuhiro Otomo is the creator of the long-as-fuck saga, and he hasn’t written any long-form manga since then.

Until now. Cue dramatic horns!

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Aesop Rock is one of my favorite artists of all time. His mind-bending lyrics are complimented by his humor and social commentary, and through this he has had an effect on how I think and even how I spit out the mindcap nonsense around these parts. There’s been a dry as fuck spell from Bazooka Tooth when it comes to solo albums, and that’s pained me in the nuts. Thankfully it’s all coming to an end this July.

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What if Kill Bill and Charlie’s Angels made sweet love, produced an ADHD offspring addicted to filthy dubstep? The result is these 4 chicas on a mission to destroy the music industry, ala Modestep. Watch the death spawn after the jump…
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I was trying to get some goddamn work done last night when my Significantly Better Half was giggling across the room. I thought maybe my balls had slipped out of their undies and were now dangling like the monsters gravity has turned them into. Not this time! She was laughing at this new video by the Oatmeal and Sarah Donner. It’s out of its heavy, and catchy to boot.

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When I’m a famous writer (I know, it’s never going to happen) I’m going to embed a discarded novel in the buried digi-bytes of a rudimentary and trite story. I will also discard this novel on a USB drive in a sewer somewhere. If this story about Van Gogh teaches me anything, it is that in a hundred years or so both will be discovered to the acclaim of all.

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Its 3AM and my mind is melting.   I saw this post on the interewebs the other day.   It’s been in my dreams ever since.   The premise is that a Wizard appears out of nowhere and offers you one of these objects.   Hit the jump if you dare.

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Robert Howsare has put himself together quite the hypnotic gadget. It is a pair of turntables that have been modified to produce art. It’s more mesmerizing than anything, and you can easily get lost in the quiet swooshing. Then! Then the Voices come, and inform me of my cat and how she desperately needs her tail shaved. Check out the video for yourself.

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Sorry to interrupt your regularly-scheduled sausage fest, but there’s a new face on the OL team and it’s a damn sight prettier than anyone else’s around here.

The name’s R.C. and it’s nice to meetcha. Before we go any further, there’s one thing you should know right off the bat: I like things. All sorts of things. If things were a man, I’d marry it. And if  you  were married to things, I’d jeopardize our new friendship by nailing your hot husband. I have been described as many things, including: an immoral raconteur, an astrophile, a zombie aficionado, the bastard lovechild of Ellen Ripley and Badassery, insane, and ridiculously awesome. All of these things are true. I also have a Batman tattoo.

You’re probably thinking to yourself that I can’t possibly be this incredible, but don’t take my word for it. Here are just a few of my testimonials:

“I once lost a Shamon-off to her, and it was awesome.” — Michael Jackson

“She salted the burial grounds of my ancestors so nothing would grow there for a thousand years.” — Rick Santorum

“She’s bitchin’ as shit.” — God

So, let’s kick this off with a big fucking HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Leonard Nimoy, who is, like, 461 years old today. Leonard, I know you’re pretty sick to death of the Star Trek franchise, but nut up and accept the fact that I am going to spend the night Vulcan saluting all over the place in your honor.