Back in March, the internet was getting a little stagnant. After years of development and innovation, it seemed that things had finally started to slow down. Then May came along and some dude put up a website called whiteglovetracking.com. Allowing users to draw a yellow box around Michael Jackson’s white glove in every single individual frame of a video of him performing Billy Jean, whiteglovetracking.com revolutionized everything. Now you can totally watch a video of Michael Jackson performing Billy Jean with a yellow box around his glove. Super.
He would probably look a little bit like this hand-decorated Pirates of the Carribean cookie I bought at 7-Eleven last night.
Laugh if you want, but I think that’s pretty good for a nine-year-old Indonesian child who has never even heard of Johnny Depp before. Plus you KNOW she decorated like 8,000 cookies that day and only earned like 60 cents. Cut her some slack.
Me (pointing at drawing on counter): Did you draw that?
Cashier (smiling): Sí. Playboy.
Me: Can I have it?
Cashier (confused): ¿Sí?
It looks like this (click for full image):
The white guy looks really bummed out about whatever the black guy is about to say.
See, this is what I love about the internet. You’re just sitting there, minding your own business, and then someone says “check this out.” Next thing you know you’re looking through a gallery of stereoscopic images of zeppelin crashes. Personal favorite here.
You’re a brilliant physicist at some goofy university when all of a sudden you come to the crushing conclusion that you are sick of academia. What do you do?
If you’re Theo Jansen, you hunker down and get to work on “creating a new life-form.” You call them “Beach Animals.” Then you put one on the internet, and a bunch of people way less smart than you are link to it. Then all of their brains asplode.
Be sure to watch the video at the bottom of the thing walking. Then please tell me what the hell it is.
These are freakin’ awesome.
Filed under: art,bizarre,brain exploders,internet crap,things that rule
Admit it: you think ceramics are for pussies. When you think of ceramics, you think of that scene from Ghost with the pottery wheel. Then you think of Pottery Barn because it also has the word “pottery” in its name. Then you realize that the bulk of your knowledge of the world of ceramics is informed by romantic/supernatural thrillers from the 1980s and stores that you’ve seen around, and you think to yourself “I really don’t know very much about ceramics.”
But then a dude named Charles Krafft comes along and makes a bunch of guns & grenades, a rabbit with a knife in its back, and some dinnerware commemorating modern disasters. Then you think to yourself “Hey… maybe ceramics is kinda cool sometimes.” You enroll in a night pottery class at your local community college. Then you find out that dude makes commemorative china out of human cremains, and you’re like “oh shit” and all this blood sprays out of your nostrils. Oops! Brain asploded!
Hey, you. Yeah, you. The “street artist.” I’m really sad to hear that things aren’t going so well for you these days. What’s going on? It’s so weird that someone living in the third largest city in the United States could feel “so fucking lonely,” you know? There’s people all over the place. We literally live on top of each other around here. Seriously. How can you feel “so fucking lonely”? Unless… hey! Wait! I think I get it! Are you making a statement about how even though we live in such a densely populated area, we’re all still strangers to one another? Is it about how it’s possible to feel completely alienated and alone even though you’re completely surrounded by other people? Is that what’s going on here? That’s great and everything, but it’s too bad you had to totally bum me out when I was just walking down the street, enjoying some really nice weather. You could’ve written anything. Why not something like “BALLOONS ARE SO FUCKING FUN” or “SMILE – IT’S SO FUCKING FREE”? You blew it, dude. Sigh. Anonymous bummers suck.