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Power Chords… Er, Power Cords

Power Chords… Er, Power Cords


Let’s watch as our intrepid DIYer buys himself a stairway to heaven with his homemade guitar.

I rather enjoyed his approach. I’m getting somewhat weary of watching videos of bored housewives, whacked on Paxil and two surreptitious before-noon appletinis, making a hideous ten-dollar coffee table out of a twenty-dollar shipping pallet. At least this guy’s finished product costs less than an actual guitar. I’m not sure of the dollar value of the medical attention needed, but I heard they passed some sort of law a few years back and that’s all free now.

And yes, before you tell me, I’m quite aware that a priest, a rabbi, and an imam never went into the bar. Let’s not break down the fourth wall of entertainment, OK? I have a feeling this guy is planning on knocking out the fourth wall of his apartment in a future DIY video anyway.

(Thanks to power duo Gerard at American Digest, and Reader Rob, for sending that one along)

On The Plus Side…

On The Plus Side…


Well, they’re robots. Robots! We love robots. They’re making robots.

Then again, what the hell is this nonsense? Disco dancing robots? Where are the lasers burping out randomly, killing passersby? Where are the rotating knives? I demand they scurry all over the place and emit noxious gases. Even if they’re only a foot tall, any sef-respecting robot should be able to at least take off a foot. A one-footed arch-enemy is way, way easier to triumph over.

The one with the giant silver brain seemed to have potential. Nothing on six legs toting a silver brain around isn’t built for evil. Well, except for this thing. It does some sort of spidery Macarena, and that’s it. Where’s the plan for world domination? Intergalactic battle plans?

Bah. Kids these days.

(Thanks to DadofHomeschoolers for sending that one along)

Borderline Sociopathic Lion Tamer

Borderline Sociopathic Lion Tamer

Richard Turere comes from a very old tradition: the tinkerer. Edison was a tinkerer. Ford was a tinkerer. Ben Franklin. The best ideas in the world come from getting splinters.

(Thanks to Stanley Bond for sending that one along)