Get your Stay-Puft caffeine-enhanced marshmallows now. Just don’t cross the streams

I cannot believe it has taken so long for such a cult product to become an actual, real-life product. But the Ghostbusters villain — the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man — finally arrives in bite-sized form.

Of course, I don’t like marshmallows (not since, as a kid, I foolishly ate a whole bag) but I would still buy these. Look at that awesome box design! Look at the that killer square marshmallow! Look at the ingredients, which include more than 100mg of caffeine per mashmallow!

Thank-you, Think Geek. Thank-you. They’re $20 a box.

A tent for your motorcycle

Something I have done three times — THRICE! — this summer is leaving my car window down all night and then waking up to find that there had been a massive rainstorm.

It got so bad that all I had to do was show up at work in the morning with a hint of a scowl, and my co-workers would say, “Really? Wet butt again?!”

Yes, again.

I imagine that wet butts are your whole life if you ride a motorcycle and you don’t have a garage.

So this one’s for the motorcyclists who also like to go camping. Motorcycle camping sounds awesome, by the way.

Yes, the Nomad Ténéré Expedition Tent not only sleeps two adults, it’ll comfortably house your two-wheeled transportation, too.

Sadly, it is $400. But think of the money you save by not fuelling up an RV!

(via Gizmodo)

Would you wash your hands in a urinal?

If designer Yeongwoo Kim has his way, you soon will be. That’s his award-winning “Eco Urinal” you see above.

I … like it?

(via Yanko)

Are schools biased against students who don’t care?

A new school year is just around the corner. As an educator, I am often preoccupied with making the classroom as inclusive as possible. I want to help students succeed.

But I have to admit, I may be guilty of being biased against students that just don’t care.

(Warning: Language NSFW!)

Bake a cake that looks like a sandwich

What a great idea for a birthday cake! A little mocha icing, a little fruit filling, and you’ve got yourself a peanut butter and jam sandwich.

Of course, I suspect you have to cut off the top of the cake — the “crust” — but the result looks fun.

This Cakewich pan is on sale at Heliotrope. They also have a Teacupcake set.

(via BB-blog)

100% organic Gulf oil

James Martin, at Cardinal & Company, mocked up this fake product (using, I think, real Gulf of Mexico sand, soiled with real Gulf of Mexico oil) as a way to bring the impact of the oil hemorrhage home to people.

Each quart jar, according to the label, contains enough oil mixed into the sand to ruin 150,000 gallons of water. Yikes :(

I also appreciated the back label, which reads:

This unlimited edition Gulf of Mexico sand and oil concoction is made possible through the tireless determination of people like you. It it weren’t for your constant consumption of this remarkable product, we wouldn’t even have this collector’s item for sale. So thank you, America & God bless.

Zing.

Honestly, this is the kind of tchotcke that you probably could sell to people as a fundraiser, but it depresses me to think that most people would display it on their shelves as a cocktail party conversation piece for a year or so, then put it away, and, eventually, just toss it in the trash, which doesn’t help anything, really.

Dumb idea of the day: Advertising on dollar bills

When is a country officially about to go bankrupt? When it starts thinking about selling ads on its currency.

Luckily, this proposal is just coming out of left field — not actually being floated by any government that I’m aware of.

Art Marcovici mocks up a few possibilities, including this one:

Now, how would you feel buying, say, off-brand tomato soup, instead of Campbell’s, with this money?

Cute baby monster posters are adorable

These adorable posters almost make me wish I had kids of the appropriate age, just so I’d have a place to put them.

Every time I look at them, they just make me go “Awwwwwwwwww.”

They’re $25 apiece, or buy the whole set for $80 …. but they’re a limited edition, so hurry if you want one.

(Family Tree Design, via Quipsologies)

Movies that would have been ruined by Facebook

There are a half dozen or so at Moviefone.ca, but I particularly liked Fight Club, above, and An American Tail, below.

Buy whisky by the barrel

If you’re looking for a Christmas or birthday present for me, you could do worse than picking out a barrel of whisky.

Neophyte whisky distillery The English Whisky Co. (they’re the first authorized whisky distillery in England in over a century) has been around only long enough to offer three-year-old and 18-month-old whiskies.

But that’s okay, because they’re making up for it by offering some of those whiskies by the barrel. You want it aged? You age it.

I love this idea.

So far, they’re only offering a 30-litre cask, but they plan to offer a 50-litre cask soon. It’s £1,200 for 30 litres, or £1,800 for 50 litres, so I think it makes sense to wait for the 50L. (It works out to be a little less than $3,000, which includes delivery, if you’re in mainland England).

From the press release:

We have a limited number of 30 & 50 litre casks for sale, filled with our 3 year old single malt whisky. These will be sold at cask strength and will be both un-chillfiltered and have no artificial colouring. The price for the 30ltr cask will be £1200 and the 50ltr cask will be £1800, this works out to be less than £20 per bottle @46% and you get to keep the barrel. On a first come, first served basis, customers will have the option of these casks containing peated or unpeated whisky. These prices include the cask, contents, all taxes paid and delivery to mainland England which means these are exceedingly good value.

We strongly recommend that you collect your cask, whilst we are very cautious choosing the couriers we use - you will definitely take more care on the journey home than even the best courier.

If you convert the prices and do the math, 50 litres for $3,000 works out to be $60 a litre, or about $45 for a regular sized 750 mL bottle. That’s not bad for single malt, single barrel, undiluted whisky. And, since you’ll be getting north of 66 full bottles out of that cask, you’ll be drinking it for a while — imagine, around the year 2025, drinking 18-year-old whisky that you’ve watched mature in your own basement, sampling it as you go, and thinking to yourself, “I only paid $45 a bottle for this.”

Sublime.

Would this be the Millennium Transmogrifier?

It’s Star Wars meets Calvin & Hobbes! It’s awesome! It’s a T-shirt! It’s $20!

And now, here is a picture of a monkey riding a goat

That is all.

(via BoingBoing)

Three things that are wrong with Cee-Lo Green’s ultra-viral mega-single “Fuck You” (and it’s not the swear)

(Amy posted this song — to my delight — a couple of days ago. Need a refresher? Click here.)

Dear Cee-Lo,

For the last few days, your song has been stuck in my head, and I love it. However, there are three things about it that are just completely and utterly wrong:

1. You have made me a racist.

Thanks to you and your rhyme for “gold-digger” I find myself humming “nigga” about 40 or 50 times a day. Thanks, Cee-Lo. It’s not so bad when it’s part of a lyric that just bops along in my head, but the other day, on the treadmill at the gym, my iPod died, and I started bopping along to “Fuck You” in my head — terrified the whole time that I would start saying it out loud by accident. I should not say “nigga” at the gym.

2. You shouldn’t trust a computer to do smart quotes.

The dynamic typography in your video is pretty cool — but there are crappy little errors that just take me right out of it. Here’s one:

Apostrophes matter, Cee-Lo! And, really, they should be hanging out to the left of the paragraph, too, but I’m letting that one slide since there is hanging punctuation elsewhere in the video. But correctly facing it is just elementary.

3. There is nothing shameful about an Atari. That shit’s money.

Other than those three things, your song is wonderful. Thank-you.

Sincerely,

Grant Hamilton

Watch out on Thursday!

Oh dear:

Events in the life of Welsh coal miner David Wilson, born 1846:

  • Aug. 26, 1857: Fractured the forefinger of his right hand.
  • Aug. 26, 1859: Fell from horseback and broke his left leg below the knee.
  • Aug. 26, 1860: Broke both bones of his left forearm.
  • Aug. 26, 1861: Broke his left leg above the ankle.
  • Aug. 26, 1862: Broke both legs, the right one so badly that it had to be amputated.

Seeing a pattern, he renounced for 28 years doing any work on Aug. 26, but in 1890 he forgot the date, went to work, and broke his left leg for the fourth time.

(via Futility Closet)

Turn anything in the world into a theremin

Introducing, the Drawdio:

I took electronics in shop class in like Grade 8, and I think I could figure out how to make this by following any one of the several sets of instructions here.

Cheap and weird? I like it!

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