Virtual Flaneurism

This is an animation of what makes a clock's second hand tick...though obviously not at this rate.

I haven't posted any of these, so for the ignorant, I give you CONTEXT.

PAULA DEEN, WHY YOU RIDE ALL MY FAVORITE FOOD?

This video is a long time coming: whenever a music video themed around showcasing sexy, lithe ladies hits the market, fat, sweaty and unpleasantly furry men think it's hilarious to make a spoof of the original. This spoof is never sexy and makes gay men worldwide disappointed.

This video is, for the straight man sect, the equivalent of those fug-man videos. Take your old lady music video and feel our pain, my breeder brothers.

Benny sends you this Britbrit sample-rama.

When you're feeling down today, just remember: you can be the bass.

"Before we learned to tell stories, we learned to read them. In other words, we learned to track. The first letter of the first word of the first recorded story was written—“printed”—not by us, but by an animal. These signs and symbols left in mud, sand, leaves, and snow represent proto-alphabets. Often smeared, fragmented, and confused by weather, time, and other animals, these cryptograms were life-and-death exercises in abstract thinking. […] The notion that it was animals who taught us to read may seem counterintuitive, but listening to skilled hunters analyze tiger sign is not that different from listening to literature majors deconstruct a short story. Both are sorting through minutiae, down to the specific placement and inflection of individual elements, in order to determine motive, subtext, and narrative arc."

- John Vaillant

Slow loris with an umbrella makes your argument invalid.

If you spot the problem, congratulations! You understand simple machines better than the federal government.

I just discovered the Smith Westerns, and I have fallen in love. They have a distinctive late John Lennon sound - very Double Fantasy, if you will. I also hear shades of The Hollies "Bus Stop" in the following song (Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop, Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought...)