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Well, At Least His Parents Can Look On The Bright Side

Well, At Least His Parents Can Look On The Bright Side

I firmly believe there’s a bright side to any situation.

Now don’t get me wrong. Not for me, so much. If it was raining soup, I’d bring a fork. But for most people, every cloud has a sliver lining. Every thunderstorm brings the sun. Every winter has its spring. Except this last one, of course.

No, this fine young lad’s parents should look on the bright side. Their idiot son is standing on one hand acting like a fool on the Intertunnel where everyone can see him. But they can sleep peacefully at night, serene in the knowledge that at least he isn’t a mime.

[Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, who has chunks of mimes in his stool, for sending that one along]

The BMX Rider Wasn’t Askeered, But His Shadow Looked Frightened Here And There

The BMX Rider Wasn’t Askeered, But His Shadow Looked Frightened Here And There


Remember circuses? They were fun. You’d sit on a rickety bleacher, assembled hastily by a laborer too unsavory to get a job working at a carnival, under a tent made from fabric that looked nastier than the curtains in a porno, and you’d watch geriatric animals doing tricks in a ring in the middle of the crowd. Bored tigers would lazily swat at chairs if the lion tamer poked them enough, and the elephants would parade around with girls from the Tammy Fae Baker school of wardrobe and makeup on their back. Then some clowns with slightly less makeup would pedal little bicycles around in a circle and hit each other with pies or sticks or buckets of glitter, and you’d go home with a big smile on your face and some sort of stomach virus from eating cotton candy made in a machine that wasn’t even cleaned in the factory after assembly, never mind in the thrity-three years it’s been in service since then. Good times.

Now the world’s upside-down, and the audience is expected to wear spangled spandex jumpsuits and ride elaborate bicycles out in the desert, while gila monsters, snakes, and buzzards watch us.

[Thanks to Joan of Argghh for sending that one along]

Evel Kneivel Was A Piker

Evel Kneivel Was A Piker


This guy, here, however, is the real deal. He’s kind of lazy, of course, or he’d be riding up the hill. He’s practicing for some sort of Afghani paper route or something. The flip during the jump over the canyon would no doubt be useful for evading incoming RPGs and assorted flak.

(Thanks to our western correspondent, Gerard at American Digest, for sending that one along. He’s looped on coffee, not Red Bull, like a real man should)

Cameras Everywhere

Cameras Everywhere


The most transformational invention of the last twenty-five years has got to be high quality hyper-portable digital movie cameras. They went from showing you postage stamp size blurs to hi-def on your 50″ plasma in the blink of an eye. YouTube would be nothing without them. Hell, just Russian dash cameras justify whatever blood, sweat, and treasure went into developing them. And of course, cameras ruggedized to go most anywhere, like GoPros, means the most Sociopathic of Borderline Boys can shout HEY FELLAS, WATCH THIS, and still get it all on camera.

But dude, shouting underwater isn’t really going to help much.