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17 Apr 23:36
Here Are Japan's Silly Internet Pictures
by Brian Ashcraft
Japanese dumb picture threads often start with a request. Maybe someone hasn't laughed in a while and needs a pick-me-up. Thus, he or she asks for silly or stupid pics on 2ch, the country's biggest forum. Others chip in and contribute goofy images to elicit a chuckle or two. Today would be a good day for that.
Or sometimes, funny picture threads appear online with lighthearted titles like, "If you laugh, you must take a bath." Of course, that's a joke, implying that net dwellers never bathe. (They do! Sometimes.)
Then, there are the "complete match" photos, which Kotaku previously posted.
Here is a collection of some, certainly not all, silly images, collected off various Japanese sites and forums. Some of the images are memes in Japan. Some aren't. And some of them you might have seen before.
And remember, as with things like this, don't let internet images speak for an entire country. Unusual, odd, and fun, these photos also make Japanese people giggle, too.
画 像 で 笑 っ た ら 風 呂 入 れ [妹はVIPPER]
アホな画像で思わず吹いても━━━━た [とにかく笑とけ]
画 像 で 笑 っ た ら 跳 べ [フェレット速報]
おもしろ画像で俺を笑はせて下し [2ch]
【完全版１３００枚超】思わず保存したくなるオモシロ画像【動物】【ネタ】
画像で笑ったら一ヶ月オナ禁しろ [2ch]
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12 Apr 04:17
It's an unwritten rule that everything is better in slow-motion. But there's a good chance your eyes aren't ready for the next level of awesomeness from Phantom's new Flex4K camera that can capture an astounding 1,000 frames per second at a resolution of 4096 x 2160. In other words? Every last detail captured in super, super, super slow-motion. More »
4K Video At 1,000 Frames Per Second Will Melt Your Eyes
by Andrew Liszewski
Deabreuesse tipo de coisa põe em cheque fotografia esportiva. vc pode filmar e escolher um frame.
It's an unwritten rule that everything is better in slow-motion. But there's a good chance your eyes aren't ready for the next level of awesomeness from Phantom's new Flex4K camera that can capture an astounding 1,000 frames per second at a resolution of 4096 x 2160. In other words? Every last detail captured in super, super, super slow-motion. More »
11 Apr 21:25
Fico muito feliz quando no Brasil surgem projetos de Cafe Racer. E fico ainda mais contente quando o projeto é do nível dessa CBX 250 Twister, montada pela oficina paulista Old Times para o evento Two Wheels Brazil de 2012.
Essa moto tem causado relativo "furor" nas redes sociais brasileiras, mas até o momento pouco se sabia sobre ela. E a Garagem Cafe Racer conta tudo pra você.
Essa Honda Twister 250 2005 que foi comprada usada em perfeito estado, pertence ao Ricardo Petriccione e foi montada para ser exposta, bem como para servir como uma ágil Cafe Racer para deslocamentos urbanos. Assim sendo, a mecânica original foi ao máximo preservada, buscando manter a confiabilidade do conjunto.
Assim, a moto teve as rodas de liga originais substituídas por aros Aro Three Heads 17 x 3,5 com o pneu 100/10-17 . Já na traseira: 17 x 4,25 com o pneu 130/10-17. Como se vê, os pneus são os originais da moto, bem como o freio traseiro original, a tambor. Porém na frente, a moto ganhou um up: Freio a disco de 300 mm, com o suporte da pinça custom. Ainda na frente da moto, a dianteira foi levemente rebaixada. O guidão é artesanal, e as manetes são reguláveis, da grife Rizoma.
A moto ostenta a pintura e logotipia de competição da Honda dos anos 60/70. Porém o tanque, pasmem vocês, deriva de uma moto totalmente diferente: De uma Yamaha RX 125. O tanque foi devidamente tratado. O Carburador recebeu um trato e o escape é artesanal, "made in Old Times".
Indo para a parte de trás dessa belíssima Cafe, o chassi teve um pequeno retrabalho: O amortecedor teve o curso mantido, mas teve a fixação deslocada, para rebaixar levemente a moto. O chassi teve os suportes da antiga rabeta retirados, desnecessários numa monoposto. De resto, a originalidade foi mantida. Um dos pontos altos da moto, é a lanterna/piscas de led e o suporte da placa:
A moto até pouco tempo estava a venda, sendo que o Ricardo vendeu a preço de custo (Valor de compra da moto original + Peças). Ele pedia R$ 12.500,00 nessa bela Cafe Racer. Um valor que considero bem baixo, numa moto única no universo e que você ainda por cima pode usar todo dia sem maiores preocupações com manutenção e confiabilidade. O comprador deve estar sorrindo de orelha a orelha...
CBX 250 Cafe Racer "Two Wheels Brazil"
by Douglas Studzinski de Souza
Fico muito feliz quando no Brasil surgem projetos de Cafe Racer. E fico ainda mais contente quando o projeto é do nível dessa CBX 250 Twister, montada pela oficina paulista Old Times para o evento Two Wheels Brazil de 2012.
Essa moto tem causado relativo "furor" nas redes sociais brasileiras, mas até o momento pouco se sabia sobre ela. E a Garagem Cafe Racer conta tudo pra você.
Essa Honda Twister 250 2005 que foi comprada usada em perfeito estado, pertence ao Ricardo Petriccione e foi montada para ser exposta, bem como para servir como uma ágil Cafe Racer para deslocamentos urbanos. Assim sendo, a mecânica original foi ao máximo preservada, buscando manter a confiabilidade do conjunto.
Assim, a moto teve as rodas de liga originais substituídas por aros Aro Three Heads 17 x 3,5 com o pneu 100/10-17 . Já na traseira: 17 x 4,25 com o pneu 130/10-17. Como se vê, os pneus são os originais da moto, bem como o freio traseiro original, a tambor. Porém na frente, a moto ganhou um up: Freio a disco de 300 mm, com o suporte da pinça custom. Ainda na frente da moto, a dianteira foi levemente rebaixada. O guidão é artesanal, e as manetes são reguláveis, da grife Rizoma.
A moto ostenta a pintura e logotipia de competição da Honda dos anos 60/70. Porém o tanque, pasmem vocês, deriva de uma moto totalmente diferente: De uma Yamaha RX 125. O tanque foi devidamente tratado. O Carburador recebeu um trato e o escape é artesanal, "made in Old Times".
Indo para a parte de trás dessa belíssima Cafe, o chassi teve um pequeno retrabalho: O amortecedor teve o curso mantido, mas teve a fixação deslocada, para rebaixar levemente a moto. O chassi teve os suportes da antiga rabeta retirados, desnecessários numa monoposto. De resto, a originalidade foi mantida. Um dos pontos altos da moto, é a lanterna/piscas de led e o suporte da placa:
A moto até pouco tempo estava a venda, sendo que o Ricardo vendeu a preço de custo (Valor de compra da moto original + Peças). Ele pedia R$ 12.500,00 nessa bela Cafe Racer. Um valor que considero bem baixo, numa moto única no universo e que você ainda por cima pode usar todo dia sem maiores preocupações com manutenção e confiabilidade. O comprador deve estar sorrindo de orelha a orelha...
22 Mar 20:39
Adventures in Depression
by Allie
Some people have a legitimate reason to feel depressed, but not me. I just woke up one day feeling sad and helpless for absolutely no reason.
It's disappointing to feel sad for no reason. Sadness can be almost pleasantly indulgent when you have a way to justify it - you can listen to sad music and imagine yourself as the protagonist in a dramatic movie. You can gaze out the window while you're crying and think "This is so sad. I can't even believe how sad this whole situation is. I bet even a reenactment of my sadness could bring an entire theater audience to tears."
But my sadness didn't have a purpose. Listening to sad music and imagining that my life was a movie just made me feel kind of weird because I couldn't really get behind the idea of a movie where the character is sad for no reason.
Essentially, I was being robbed of my right to feel self pity, which is the only redeeming part of sadness.
And for a little bit, that was a good enough reason to pity myself.
Standing around feeling sorry for myself was momentarily exhilarating, but I grew tired of it quickly. "That will do," I thought. "I've had my fun, let's move on to something else now." But the sadness didn't go away.
I tried to force myself to not be sad.
When I couldn't will myself to not be sad, I became frustrated and angry. In a final, desperate attempt to regain power over myself, I turned to shame as a sort of motivational tool.
But, since I was depressed, this tactic was less inspirational and more just a way to oppress myself with hatred.
Which then made me more frustrated and abusive.
And that made me even more sad, and so on and so forth until the only way to adequately express my sadness was to crawl very slowly across the floor.
The self-loathing and shame had ceased to be even slightly productive, but it was too late to go back at that point, so I just kept going. I followed myself around like a bully, narrating my thoughts and actions with a constant stream of abuse.
I spent months shut in my house, surfing the internet on top of a pile of my own dirty laundry which I set on the couch for "just a second" because I experienced a sudden moment of apathy on my way to the washer and couldn't continue. And then, two weeks later, I still hadn't completed that journey. But who cares - it wasn't like I had been showering regularly and sitting on a pile of clothes isn't necessarily uncomfortable. But even if it was, I couldn't feel anything through the self hatred anyway, so it didn't matter. JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE.
Slowly, my feelings started to shrivel up. The few that managed to survive the constant beatings staggered around like wounded baby deer, just biding their time until they could die and join all the other carcasses strewn across the wasteland of my soul.
I couldn't even muster up the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore.
I just drifted around, completely unsure of what I was feeling or whether I could actually feel anything at all.
If my life was a movie, the turning point of my depression would have been inspirational and meaningful. It would have involved wisdom-filled epiphanies about discovering my true self and I would conquer my demons and go on to live out the rest of my life in happiness.
Instead, my turning point mostly hinged upon the fact that I had rented some movies and then I didn't return them for too long.
The late fees had reached the point where the injustice of paying any more than I already owed outweighed my apathy. I considered just keeping the movies and never going to the video store again, but then I remembered that I still wanted to re-watch Jumanji.
I put on some clothes, put the movies in my backpack and biked to the video store. It was the slowest, most resentful bike ride ever.
And when I arrived, I found out that they didn't even have Jumanji in.
Just as I was debating whether I should settle on a movie that wasn't Jumanji or go home and stare in abject silence, I noticed a woman looking at me weirdly from a couple rows over.
She was probably looking at me that way because I looked really, really depressed and I was dressed like an eskimo vagrant.
Normally, I would have felt an instant, crushing sense of self-consciousness, but instead, I felt nothing.
I've always wanted to not give a fuck. While crying helplessly into my pillow for no good reason, I would often fantasize that maybe someday I could be one of those stoic badasses whose emotions are mostly comprised of rock music and not being afraid of things. And finally - finally - after a lifetime of feelings and anxiety and more feelings, I didn't have any feelings left. I had spent my last feeling being disappointed that I couldn't rent Jumanji.
I felt invincible.
And thus began a tiny rebellion.
Then I swooped out of there like the Batman and biked home in a blaze of defiant glory.
It's disappointing to feel sad for no reason. Sadness can be almost pleasantly indulgent when you have a way to justify it - you can listen to sad music and imagine yourself as the protagonist in a dramatic movie. You can gaze out the window while you're crying and think "This is so sad. I can't even believe how sad this whole situation is. I bet even a reenactment of my sadness could bring an entire theater audience to tears."
But my sadness didn't have a purpose. Listening to sad music and imagining that my life was a movie just made me feel kind of weird because I couldn't really get behind the idea of a movie where the character is sad for no reason.
Essentially, I was being robbed of my right to feel self pity, which is the only redeeming part of sadness.
And for a little bit, that was a good enough reason to pity myself.
Standing around feeling sorry for myself was momentarily exhilarating, but I grew tired of it quickly. "That will do," I thought. "I've had my fun, let's move on to something else now." But the sadness didn't go away.
I tried to force myself to not be sad.
But trying to use willpower to overcome the apathetic sort of sadness that accompanies depression is like a person with no arms trying to punch themselves until their hands grow back. A fundamental component of the plan is missing and it isn't going to work.
When I couldn't will myself to not be sad, I became frustrated and angry. In a final, desperate attempt to regain power over myself, I turned to shame as a sort of motivational tool.
But, since I was depressed, this tactic was less inspirational and more just a way to oppress myself with hatred.
Which made me more sad.
Which then made me more frustrated and abusive.
And that made me even more sad, and so on and so forth until the only way to adequately express my sadness was to crawl very slowly across the floor.
The self-loathing and shame had ceased to be even slightly productive, but it was too late to go back at that point, so I just kept going. I followed myself around like a bully, narrating my thoughts and actions with a constant stream of abuse.
I spent months shut in my house, surfing the internet on top of a pile of my own dirty laundry which I set on the couch for "just a second" because I experienced a sudden moment of apathy on my way to the washer and couldn't continue. And then, two weeks later, I still hadn't completed that journey. But who cares - it wasn't like I had been showering regularly and sitting on a pile of clothes isn't necessarily uncomfortable. But even if it was, I couldn't feel anything through the self hatred anyway, so it didn't matter. JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE.
Slowly, my feelings started to shrivel up. The few that managed to survive the constant beatings staggered around like wounded baby deer, just biding their time until they could die and join all the other carcasses strewn across the wasteland of my soul.
I couldn't even muster up the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore.
I just drifted around, completely unsure of what I was feeling or whether I could actually feel anything at all.
If my life was a movie, the turning point of my depression would have been inspirational and meaningful. It would have involved wisdom-filled epiphanies about discovering my true self and I would conquer my demons and go on to live out the rest of my life in happiness.
Instead, my turning point mostly hinged upon the fact that I had rented some movies and then I didn't return them for too long.
The late fees had reached the point where the injustice of paying any more than I already owed outweighed my apathy. I considered just keeping the movies and never going to the video store again, but then I remembered that I still wanted to re-watch Jumanji.
I put on some clothes, put the movies in my backpack and biked to the video store. It was the slowest, most resentful bike ride ever.
And when I arrived, I found out that they didn't even have Jumanji in.
Just as I was debating whether I should settle on a movie that wasn't Jumanji or go home and stare in abject silence, I noticed a woman looking at me weirdly from a couple rows over.
She was probably looking at me that way because I looked really, really depressed and I was dressed like an eskimo vagrant.
Normally, I would have felt an instant, crushing sense of self-consciousness, but instead, I felt nothing.
I've always wanted to not give a fuck. While crying helplessly into my pillow for no good reason, I would often fantasize that maybe someday I could be one of those stoic badasses whose emotions are mostly comprised of rock music and not being afraid of things. And finally - finally - after a lifetime of feelings and anxiety and more feelings, I didn't have any feelings left. I had spent my last feeling being disappointed that I couldn't rent Jumanji.
I felt invincible.
And thus began a tiny rebellion.
And that's how my depression got so horrible that it actually broke through to the other side and became a sort of fear-proof exoskeleton.
21 Mar 01:58
Episode Seven: Work
by Robert Ashley
Robert Ashley talks to a developer at a big game studio about his strange trip from blue collar work to video game work, gets a lesson in work ethic from legendary game designer John Romero, finds out what can happen when you give your work away for free, and profiles Nick Smith (aka Ulillillia), whose body of work includes one of the Internet’s most monumental–and strange–personal websites.
18 Mar 19:00
A Windows version of Polytron's infinite puzzle dimension portal, Fez, will be released on May 1, as revealed by the game's new Steam page. Like the XBLA version, it's listed as developed by Polytron and published by Trapdoor.
The Steam page does not show any new features, but at the very least it'll be easier to take screenshots of all the beautiful things you'll see, and, for the sake of your own sanity, the occasional screenshot of a glyph you hope to translate later. Patches should be easier too.
If you'd like to start the fun before the release of the game, you can ask creator Phil Fish anything on Reddit right now.
Fez coming to Steam May 1
by JC Fletcher
A Windows version of Polytron's infinite puzzle dimension portal, Fez, will be released on May 1, as revealed by the game's new Steam page. Like the XBLA version, it's listed as developed by Polytron and published by Trapdoor.The Steam page does not show any new features, but at the very least it'll be easier to take screenshots of all the beautiful things you'll see, and, for the sake of your own sanity, the occasional screenshot of a glyph you hope to translate later. Patches should be easier too.
If you'd like to start the fun before the release of the game, you can ask creator Phil Fish anything on Reddit right now.
Fez coming to Steam May 1 originally appeared on Joystiq on Mon, 18 Mar 2013 12:54:00 EST. Please see our terms for use of feeds.
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