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Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! Monster Jam Spectacular!
Starring the amazingly-named Princess Monster Truck. As it states on her (naturally) Instagram page, “All teeth, no bite.”



Photos by Buzz.
Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: Cats
Collins says IRS revelations will fuel government distrust (Kevin Liptak/CNN)
Kevin Liptak / CNN:
Collins says IRS revelations will fuel government distrust — (CNN) - President Barack Obama should personally condemn the Internal Revenue Service for putting extra scrutiny on conservative groups applying for tax-exempt status, Sen. Susan Collins said Sunday.
Do You WANT Us All to Die?
On the plus side though, I would probably get off early today...
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ISPs fight for innocent subscribers in large piracy lawsuit

ISPs Verizon, AT&T, Time Warner, and Cox are fighting to protect user privacy after being requested to release the identities of just over 1000 users in a piracy lawsuit. Among many concerns, the ISPs claim that some they are asking for are innocent, and it would be unjust for them to have to pay for anything.
A Piano with Only Five Keys

Is it hard to play a piano? I think I could do a good job on Björn Perborg's variant. It has just five keys and one pedal. Now let's try to play "Galope-Marche."
The Ultimate Arcade Game Cake
After years of thinking about it, I finally bit the bullet and ordered a custom MAME cabinet for my basement. It’s finally coming next week, so I can’t wait to try and beat these guy’s Donkey Kong high scores. Or not. But if I wasn’t getting my own arcade machine, I’d take this arcade cake instead. It’s definitely the next best thing.

This three-tier cake was made by Wedding Cakes by Nicole, and it features colorful images of classic arcade games on each of its sides. It’s got arcade-accurate versions of Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Tetris, Frogger, and even Pong.

It’s even got arcade-style buttons and a coin slot. Though I bet if you tried to mash on those buttons, you’d get food coloring all over your fingertips. The only thing its missing is a couple of paddle controllers for Pong, but I’ll forgive Nicole that.

I wonder if that joystick is edible. I so want it to be a red jawbreaker.

The Gollum Night Light

Because there’s nothing as reassuring as a Gollum night light to keep darkness at bay.
Felt like a pussy when I heard my friend's Grandpa come out with this one.
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Volkswagen: Hands, 1
Watching videos blinds you to what's ahead.
Please, don't use smartphones while driving.
Advertising Agency: Grabarz & Partner, Germany
Chief Creative Officers: Ralf Heuel, Reinhard Patzschke
Group Creative Director: Timm Weber
Creative Director / Art Director: André Price
Copywriter: Jan Florian Ege
Art Direction: André Price
Copwriter: Jan Florian Ege
Designer: Sönke Jansen
Accounts: Jasmin Schwarzinger, Gilles Scheuren
Art Buying: Garnet Lange
Photographer: Sebastian Burgold
Makeup Artist: Dörte Dobkowitz
Psotproduction: Piquee
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Sad Cat Diary
Ze Frank narrates the entries of a cat's diary. This is a bit like Henri, the Existential Cat, with an added dollop of Ze's craziness. Watch for the sand cat at 2:27. (via Viral Viral Videos)
Toy Muscle Car Gets Its Revenge In Fantastic Stop-Motion Video
In Defense Of The Batshit Insane Lamborghini Egoista

The Lamborghini Egoista made its surprise debut last night, and it is a greater thing than most can ever imagine, let alone appreciate. It took what was previously the most outrageous Lamborghini to date, the Veneno, and turned everything up to 11.
Queuing in India

According to several redditors, this photo shows how many people in India queue: very close together. Redditor iwsfutcmd shares a story:
This was a problem when I was travelling in India.
I'm very understanding of other cultures' ideas about personal space and whatnot, but there's a logistical problem:
I'm standing in line for a train ticket, wearing my huge traveller's backpack that's about 3/4 my size. I'm pressed up against the man in front of me (as custom dictates). Man behind me is pressed up against my backpack (again, as custom dictates). I turn sideways to look at something, man behind me moves forward to close the gap made by my backpack vacating precious line space (as custom dictates).
I turn back to how I was, accidentally smashing man behind me with 25 kilos of pain.
"Oh my god, jesus, I'm sorry!"
I turn to help him up, and as I do so, men in line fill gap left by my backpack.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
A 2010 New York Times article describes queuing practice in India:
There is a feline quality to standing in Indian lines. Certain parts of the man behind you — you don’t know which — brush against you in a kind of public square spooning, the better to repel cutters. (Women do less touching.) Still, this is no deterrent to cutters. They hover near the line’s middle, holding papers, looking lost in a practiced way, then slip in somewhere close to the front. When confronted, their refrain is predictable: “Oh, I didn’t see the line.”
But in a churning India, the line has new resilience. Businesses are becoming vigilant about enforcing queues, and a growing middle class, more well-off and less survivalist, is often less eager to cut. In this way, India’s experience seems to feed into a tradition of seeing line etiquette as a marker of modernity, of graduating from chaos to order, whims to rules, brutality to gentility, scarcity to abundance.
What queuing customs have you encountered?
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