I’ve added photos to the Where’s Jesus page. You’re welcome.
Keep your loved one’s ashes in a replica of their disembodied head to creepily stare at you in posthumous judgment.
Personal urns are a new and exciting way to memorialize your loved one.
Now we can create a custom urn in the image of your loved one or favorite Celebrity.
New advances in facial reconstruction and 3D printing have made it possible to have an urn made in the image of anyone from just a photograph.
(via The Daily What)
(via Joe My God)
I finally got around to watching the BSG finale. The fact that I just got around to watching the show’s conclusion several months after it aired is an indicator as to how much the show had dropped off during the last few seasons.
I came to the party late, as always, and watched Seasons 1 – 2.5 in about a week. Really, really good tv shows watched on dvd are addictive and hazardous. Too many times I would stay up much too late to get to the next episode leaving me bleary eyed and nonfunctional the next day. There should be warning labels on them to alert you not to operate heavy machinery after a marathon viewing session. (Remember, guns don’t kill people. 24 does) The first few seasons of BSG was geek meth. A few hits and it was over. (Do you take hits of meth?) You became BSG’s bitch.
Then Season 3 came out. Ok, all shows run into some problems no matter how great they started. Season 5 of The Wire is an example of that. Or Lost’s Seasons 2 through the current one. All shows have a bump in the road. But then suddenly All Along the Watchtower is playing through the ship, McCain and the Chief are cylons, and Starbuck finds her own corpse. Everything after that gets a bit hazy because I realize my geek-meth is laced with something that is seriously fucking me up and my body is covered with hairy spiders. Tarantulas. With braces on their fangs.
Season 4 was much shorter than the other seasons, or it may just seem like that because I kept fast forwarding through most of it. I found myself happy with the ending. Not because it was well written but because it was over. I didn’t care for the literal deus ex machina ending. Although I must admit that the finale was one of the better episodes of the past several seasons and I didn’t mind the Canticle for Leibowitz theme with how it ended. Given the direction it took after the second season, there probably was no end that would have satisfied me completely.
From Wired’s Danger Room blog:
What was your job before you start this one or what forced you to become a pirate?
Every government in the world is off our coasts. What is left for us? Nine years ago everyone in this town was stable and earn[ed] enough income from fishing. Now there is nothing. We have no way to make a living. We had to defend ourselves. We became watchmen of our coasts and took up our duty to protect the country. Donâ€™t call us pirates. We are protectors.
How do you pirates decide on what ransom to ask for? What makes them negotiate downwards?
Once you have a ship, itâ€™s a win-win situation. We attack many ships everyday, but only a few are ever profitable. No one will come to the rescue of a third-world ship with an Indian or African crew, so we release them immediately. But if the ship is from Western country or with valuable cargo like oil, weapons or then its like winning a lottery jackpot. We begin asking a high price and then go down until we agree on a price.
(via Boing Boing)
Because people complain that I only post cat videos.