Boston Dynamics serves up another batch of Intertunnel-approved nightmare-fuel to haunt our hearts and minds for the next few weeks. Thanks to them, we can look forward to living in a world where our robot overlords can walk over uneven ground with relative ease. God help us all when they start trying to make the robots look more human. That’s a rabbit hole of weird no one should ever go down.
You can tell he’s made it as a musician because he has his own couch to sleep on. That t-shirt looks like it’s been ironed, too. He’s got it made. This is what the pinnacle of the music business looks like.
Way out East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Grayson Shepard. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Grayson Shepard, he called himself Grayson Shepard. Now, Grayson Shepard — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
British Pathé always conjurers up memories of a forgotten age. It also conjurers up memories of forgotten jokes that were told to me by a slightly drunk uncle.
Two blondes were walking in the woods when they came upon a very distinct set of tracks.