Need a little tension relief for those sore muscles, etc? Want a handy dandy personal vibrator that doesn’t look out of place in your purse, or pocket, and also keeps you in touch with the world? There’s and app for that.
Of course that reminded me of this:
You know Etsy; now take a look at Regretsy – Handmade? It looks like you made it with your feet Mature audiences please–don’t say you weren’t warned.
For Example:
From the questions that bother me department.
Why don’t we have an Easter Chicken, since we hunt for eggs on Easter? Where the hell does that Bunny get those eggs? He sure doesn’t shit them out.
From Benny Bell–Shaving Cream
Brings back memories of listening to Dr Demento in the late 70’s early 80’s
More paper sculpture this week. This time toilet paper sculpture.
Junior Fritz Jacquet is fascinated by the paper. He explores and experiments with different techniques of folding and crumpling to create new forms and poetic objects that decorate his life.
More here, and at Junior’s site (it’s in french)
Nate Page–what an appropriate name for this artist who carves his sculptures out of the pages of magazines.
Cakeland is a sculptural installation resembling a collection of perfect delicious cakes– wall mounted, hanging and standing– a walk-through cake environment complete with its own lighting. It is a sweet refuge, an endless kaleidoscopic landscape of cake, a respite from the grinding realities of the outside world….
What could be a wackier way to start off my wacky Wednesday posts than The Principia Discordia–the online version.
some of the wisdom contained therein:
A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker CabalA serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America
confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself
the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled.
One night in a
coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, “go to the dilapidated
mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do
not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon
rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main
hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast
corner, face the corner, and meditate.”
He did just as the Zen Master
instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He
worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the
second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on.
He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He
worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him.His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his
faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people
walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting
there was. The second replied “Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is
a shithead.”
Hearing this, the man was enlightened
Much more on the site, and it’s just utterly crazy, and mind blowing.
Mind the fnors. All Hail Eris!
