The Front Fell Off

The Front Fell Off

Call me an old fogie, but I would have liked this video just as much if the plane stayed in one piece.  I find the booming and zooming of a light aircraft to be absolutely delightful. Even though this video confirms my distrust of small planes, I still think they’re cool. They sort of remind me of tigers with wings. They’re absurd, dangerous, and difficult to operate, but that doesn’t seem to keep this fellow from landing one without a propeller. A plane that is, I don’t believe tigers can actually grow wings.

I Lift Things Up-Diddly-Up And Put Them Down-Diddly-Down

I Lift Things Up-Diddly-Up And Put Them Down-Diddly-Down

Bob Couch, the love child of Ned Flanders and Arnold Schwarzenegger, has become my favorite recording artist of all time. Not because of his music, or his muscles. Not even because of his dedication to his workout. I love his sweet sense of style. The hair, the porn stache, the short-shorts; he’s got the look down. Every day I get out of bed and I try to live my life as Bob Couch would. I pump iron, I push out another set, and I work up a sweat.

Except I don’t actually work out — or get out of bed for that matter. It’s the thought that counts. I may not be making Bob proud, but I’m getting his sweet style down. I can almost grow a moustache, and I think I own a pair of jorts. Maybe when I grow up I can be just like Bob, but until then I’ll just relax my mind and think about pumping iron.

[Many thanks to Gerard at American Digest who doesn’t need to pump iron to get attention from the opposite sex. He just shows them his massive collection of Bob Couch records.]

Wernher Von Braun, Eat Your Heart Out

Wernher Von Braun, Eat Your Heart Out

A lot of people like to gripe about how good things were way back when. Well what about right now? I’m sure that way back when was all very well and good, but it’s best not to ignore the present. If you aren’t careful it might become the past before you even have time to notice it’s happening. This video is already three years old. We landed on the moon forty-four years ago. It’s about time we start doing something right now. The sky is no longer the limit, the Earth has become an afterthought, and gravity is just a suggestion. Let’s get busy.

Last one to Mars buys the first round of space beers.

Oh, The Humanity

Oh, The Humanity

What a disaster. This video makes the Hindenburg look like a kid dropping his ice cream cone into a swamp. Even the Titanic pales in comparison to this ludicrous display. It has every element needed for a national tragedy: dogs, misshapen women, and leotards.

There’s no hope in ever undoing the damage that has been wrought. I’m pretty sure this video gave me brain damage, but not so you’d notice. It’s that good, subtle, brain damage. The kind that makes everything taste like chicken.

[Many thanks to the intertunnel cosmonaut Tim for sending this one along.]