Because some artists are questionably even artists at all, French artiste Abraham Poincheval has been living inside a taxidermied bear for the past two weeks. Wow, what a groundbreaking performance piece. Call me when you're trying to sleep inside a LIVE bear for two weeks. Why is he even doing this? Survey says: probably some pretentious bullshit!
Since April 1, Poincheval has been partaking in the interactive exhibition at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature, essentially chilling inside a taxidermy bear with a sparse amount of food and water. He has some additional survival materials in there, including a light, cushion, kettle and toilet of some kind. The piece is meant to test Poincheval's physical limits while allowing the artist to get in touch with his animal instincts.
Yeah bro, there's nothing quite like listening to your iPod and napping all day to really get in touch with your animal instincts. Nice cardigan, what are you, a killer tiger? I wish I had two weeks with nothing to do but catch up on my rest and relaxation. But, oh right -- JOB. If somebody wants to commission me to come nap in something for two weeks, you've got yourself a deal. Hell, I'll even take my chances in a sex dungeon or shark tank. Real talk.
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This is a video of juggler Lindzee Poi performing "Amelymeloptical illusions" using four rings. What the hell are "Amelymeloptical illusions?" No clue, but they clearly take some fairly powerful magic to conjure. Does Lindzee dabble in the dark arts? One mentally deficient blogger says yes! Aaaaand just peed his pants because he was experimenting with trying to make it a whole day without going. HYPOTHESIS FAILED. But -- BUT -- I haven't shit my pants yet and on Thursday it will be eight days. I'm doing science!
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Nope, this one's just a urine sample.
A laboratory in France has admitted to losing more than 2,000 vials containing parts of the deadly Sars coronavirus. The scientists say not to worry though, because the vials only contained PARTS of the virus, not the whole thing. Or at least that's what they're using as a coverup. Anybody else feel kinda sick all of a sudden?
A routine inventory check at Paris' Pasteur Institute revealed that 2,349 tubes containing fragments of the virus responsible for the deaths of 774 people in 2002 were missing, the centre named after French chemist Louis Pasteur said.
The institute was quick to reassure the public and said that the contents of the missing vials had no infectious potential. They contained only part of the virus and had no ability to spread.
"Independent experts referred by health authorities have qualified such potential as 'non-existing' according to the available evidence and literature on the survival of the Sars virus," the institute said.
I'm pretty sure this is how Resident Evil started. "No, it's not at all actually." YOU SHUT UP. Oh shit, that reminds me: what's your home address -- I wanted to send you something. "What?" Just a little something? "Is it a vial of something?" Maybe.
Thanks to Thaylor H, who is 99% confident this was an act of terrorism and the zombie apocalypse is only days away.
This is the Bradley, a $195 - $275 watch designed to be read by the blind, but one that's also sleek enough for anybody to want to wear. Hell, I can see 20/20 and I still want one. Hey Terry, eat shit you f***ing monster! *squinting* Wait -- is this not my Google Chat box? Time is told with two ball bearings that revolve around the watch, the inner ball tells minutes, and the one in the outer ring, hours. It's that simple. Alternatively, just yell, "WHAT TIME IS IT?!" That's what I do when I get too drunk to look at my phone. Although it's inevitable some smartass will tell you it's time to get a watch. And that's when I break my beer bottle over his head. Looks like it's nighty-night time for you, jackass! From that moment on he will shudder whenever somebody asks for the time.
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This are two video demos of a 5-foot, 19-pound X-wing fighter made out of PVC pipe and three coptor rotors. I want to train a squirrel to sit in it, then I'll fly him up to all the best acorns in all the trees. We will be best friends for life, until he's hit by a car. Sobbing, I will use a shovel to scrape his body into a storm sewer.
Three motors with 12″ props pull 850W each to hover this monster tri-copter. A large servo direct-drives the tail motor gimble... that is actually the nose of the craft. 1/2 inch PVC pipe, screws, and decorative tape complete the mix (it could weigh less, but this is a FAST prototype technique). Three 5S 4.5Ah lipo batteries in parallel drain in about 5 minutes at these power levels. The entire craft is flown backwards from a standard tri-copter.
Oh man, I'm going to build my own PVC X-wing fighter then do strafing runs on the neighborhood kids as soon as they get off the school bus. Make fun of me for still living at home, I'll show you little shits! Moooooom -- can I have some money for the ice cream truck?
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This is 'The Futility of Existence', a video from Youtuber Roman Prag of some dude trashed off his ass and his lifelong battle with a fence. I love how he squeezes through the bars one way only to immediately start climbing back over the other way. It's a perfect metaphor for life. And it's all set to a beautiful piano piece too -- it really is a piece of art. If you're going to watch it though, watch all the way to the end. Then take the rest of the day off and spend it crying softly on a park bench.
Keep going for life in two minutes.
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So every day this week is the same forwards as backwards, provided you write dates in the format month/day/year (4/12/14, 4/13/14, 4/14/14, 4/15/14, 4/16/14, 4/17/14, 4/18/14/, 4/19/14). How about that? It's palindrome week! Is it a sign? Probably, and not a good one. END TIMES. Plus Palindrome week ends on Easter Sunday, which is also, wait for it -- 4/20. I have the feeling this might be a record breaking year for Easter candy sales. Now somebody Cadbury Creme Egg me.
Thanks to joe, who, WO NEMO TOSS A LASSO TO ME NOW. Race car race car race car.
Allegedly these are the perfect male and female bodies, according to polled British men and women. The "study" (if you can even call it that because there is no way in hell it was conducted with even the least bit of scientificness) was performed by London lingerie manufacturer Blue Bella (not to be confused with Blue Bell, who makes badass ice cream). I don't even know who half these people are. I really just want to hear about how the survey was conducted and what the sample size was. Because my guess is "very haphazardly" and "a dozen people tops, pretending to be both male and female". Also, why is there no choice for ideal penis? I have opinions about these things. Plus I want to know what the total percentage women polled actually said they think Gweneth Paltrow has the ideal stomach (for example). Because I bet the answers were so varied it's under 10%. Unless the poll was multiple choice, in which case it was designed even shittier than I imagined. I mostly just posted this to remind you all that you don't need to subscribe to society's perception of beauty. You only need to subscribe to mine, and I think you're perfect in your own way. Geekologie: a blog that cares. No -- Geekologie: the ONLY blog that cares. Every other blog will call you fat behind your back, and that's a fact.
Thanks to TBTMH, who agrees the perfect body is the one you have, because it's the only one you get.