Summer’s Over

Summer’s Over


In the city, the birds are changing color and falling out of the trees. Out on the striped lawns, third-stringers are committing holding penalties away from the play. The fellows that fill the potholes with crumbled feta cheese, dyed black, are fixing to hang the plows on their DPW trucks in order to install another whole season’s-worth of potholes. Best head on out to whatever viaduct or weir or dam or sluice or mud puddle you’ve got handy and give it one more go. You’ll be playing pond hockey on it all soon enough.

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. 

The Lethality Of Russia’s Naval Aviation Program Seems To Have Lost A Step

The Lethality Of Russia’s Naval Aviation Program Seems To Have Lost A Step


Ah, what would the Intertunnel be without the Cyrillic alphabet? Why, I’d have to work for a living, painstakingly fishing through videos, even occasionally watching them before I post them. But when I see those wacky upside-down sideways ass-backwards letters up there on the screen, I know I can just paste that bad boy right in there and close up the Intershop early.

Here’s to you, tovarisch.  Don’t forget to plug in your dash cam for your drive home, after the inflatable what-have-you. And keep it between the trees on the throughway, will ya?

[Thanks to Zherar Van der Leun at American Digest for sending that one along

I Think Sebastien Chabal’s Beard Just Scored Again

I Think Sebastien Chabal’s Beard Just Scored Again


Sebastien Chabal isn’t really human. He’s just a delivery system for Sebastien Chabal’s beard, which is its own life form. His philtrum hair alone would be illegal in fourteen states. I think he keeps the crushed souls of his opponents in there, along with some of the soup he had for lunch.