(via Boing Boing)
Day: March 2, 2009
15 Year Old Girl Brutally Beat By Cops in Seattle
(via Slog)
Readings from Bobby Jindal’s Exorcism
The audio version of the exorcism.
The Great Emancipator of Women, The Washer/Dryer
(via Everything is Terrible)
Sushi Conveyor Belt Cam (Another One)
I guess that putting your camcorder on the sushi conveyor belt is common. I can’t get enough of them for some reason. I love watching the reactions of diners as the cam passes by.
An In-depth Look At…
The McGangBang:
The McGangBang ranks up there in the holy pantheon of WTF. It’s a sandwich made from a double cheeseburger and a McChicken sandwich — where you put an entire McChicken sandwich inside a double cheeseburger. It’s a creative manipulation of existing menu items, and an exercise in frugality: taking two items off of the Dollar Menu and creating an entirely new sandwich for a total of $2.16. Truly, it’s a sandwich that’s more than the sum of its parts.
The naming, of course, is somewhat obscene — “gangbang” is defined as “sexual intercourse with multiple partners in turn or at the same time.” It’s illicit in more ways that one — chicken and beef most definitely make for an unnatural pairing.
In addition, it’s sort of a subversive act for people to order it by name, as well as a thrill to confound the McDonald’s employee with an order for a McGangBang — so much so that people are documenting their experiences at drive-thrus and counters on YouTube (see the many, many videos after the jump).
(via Serious Eats)
Reflections on Contempory Music (and Why It Sucks)
From Retrospace:
This is when pop diva wannabes sing sixty notes for a single syllable – it’s octave showboating and a form of auditory abuse. It’s on display with basically every American Idol contestant and almost every pop/hip-hop/R&B song on the radio.
Message to young pop stars: Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston have been there and done that. Move on. No more of this nonsense – not on American Idol, not while you’re singing the National Anthem, not ever! You are fracturing words into a soulless slur of syllables.
Your vocal gymnastics have become predictable and alienating. A steady note can be transcendent – try it sometime. Your amateur warbling is a trite, self-indulgent form of exhibitionism.