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The .50 Desert Eagle is pistol that nearly everyone who appreciates guns respects. At more than one dollar per round to fire, it’s not something most people will go out and shoot a hundred rounds through every weekend, but it is a fun gun to shoot, from what I’ve been told. Most people get some kind of chuckle from watching friends and family try to shoot the gun as it has one hell of a kick, as this waif of a girl finds out the hard way.

Thanks to Scott for sharing a site that clearly shows geeks would rather build geeky things than work on personal hygiene.

So what is a Bristlebot you ask?

The BristleBot is a simple and tiny robot with an agenda. The ingredients? One toothbrush, a battery, and a pager motor. The result? Serious fun.

I’m not sure what your idea of serious fun is, this is entertaining, but I wouldn’t classify it as serious fun.

Source: Evil Mad Scientist Laboratories

Props to Matt for sharing this insane video of Ken Block driving the DC Shoes rally car down a mountain while snowboarders do tricks around and on the car. Ken even takes the care over some of the bigger jumps right along with the riders.

Thanks to Matt for hooking up with the link to this video of pro skater Billy Marks showing why he is possibly the most fierce beer pong competitor evar.

Um… I just saw this on Sunday night for the first time. It is the next in a series of bizarre but semi-brilliant advertisements for Emerald Nuts. These commercials get the brand stuck in your mind for nothing to do with its nuttiness, but for its “What the fuck?!?” factor.

Example:

Discuss.

I was at gallery crawl last night, visiting Olaf Starorypinski’s photography studio. (Olaf is an outstanding photographer I am honored to have worked with, and continue to enjoy to know. Check out the previous article on him on Randomn3ss.)

Olaf was projecting videos by a most amazing artist I hadn’t heard of before. Andy Goldsworthy is a British sculptor who uses pieces of nature, found tools, and his body to create visually stunning and contemplative art, much of which is fluid, fleeting, decays or will change, on purpose.

Here’s one image:

Check out this video to see the broad range of his work.

And check out these stills and comments by the artist.

Thanks, Olaf!

So - for those of us youngin’s who don’t remember when Tool wasn’t a huge rock band (albeit one with a cult following), I give you the following YouTube video.  Think of it as an early Christmas present (kind of kind the Maynard James Keenan who is gagged, bound, and gift wrapped under my tree).  It was recorded at J.C. Dobbs, an old club in Philly, back in 1992.  I am almost positive that I met the cameraman on Thursday night; we were at the WMMR/Project H.O.M.E. benefit at the Khyber.  This guy Michael and I were comparing notes on our concert experiences and he kicked my ass with this one.  It occurred when Maynard had a mohawk-mullet and was able to face the audience because there were… 7 people in it.  Seriously.  Wait until the very end of video because you can disctinctly hear 14 hands clapping.  Anyway, Michael said he had a video camera there and I am guessing that this might be him.  Either way, this is for you, soldier.

And thank you to Mark, bassist for one of the kickassest bands in Philly, for posting this on his MySpace first.

So you have the iPod (or any MP3 player) loaded up with all of your favorite music and want others to be able to listen to it with you wirelessly, there has been no easy solution until now. What Aerielle has done is create a small, in-line wireless transmitter that you place between your headphones and mp3 player, it then broadcasts over a 2.4GHz RF to anyone within about 30 feet of you that also has an i2i Stream plugged into their headphones, allowing them hear everything you do.

My first thoughts on this product were wow, finally a way to share music on a plane ride with my friends who got booked 2 rows behind me. Then other ideas of sharing music started to sink in, like in a school library across a table while studying or even for 2 kids in the back of a car who want to listen to something other than what their parents have on.

They come with an internal rechargeable battery, it is oddly powered by a USB computer cable though, but a wall charger is promised to come out soon.

I can’t seem to find an answer anywhere on their site, but I’m also thinking you could broadcast wirelessly to any sort of small stereo speakers that has 1/8th headphone jack, which would be really cool to do. Then it would be possible to control the music played at a party from just about anywhere in the room.
They should be available in January 2008 and prices are set to be $70 for one or $120 for two with skins available for around $10. Keep glued here to Randomn3ss for more info on these.

Checkout the old-school dance moves the cop busts out in this promo video too.

i2i Gear official site: i2igear.com

At first, the following video by Russian sex-bot pseudo-lesbian duo T.a.t.u. made me really sad. No, it wasn’t due to the subject matter (which I found riveting rather than revolting). It was due to the fact that about 2 years ago, I could have translated it word-for-word (one of my majors was Russian). However, due to drinking, drugs, and the stress of the real world, I’ve forgotten nearly all of my Russian (except for “nine,” “ten,” and “place,” all of which I was able to pick out in the video).  Anyway, that’s my problem. 

Their latest video has been making the rounds on the blogosphere.  The song is your typical Euro-trash pop song, with a healthy undercurrent of depression.  However, the song is not the focal point of the video.  No, here T.a.t.u. does what they do best - act salacious, be mildly talented, and rely heavily on sexual imagery.  I hear they’ve given up the lesbian act, unfortunately, because it really helped sell the theme of their debut album, 200km in the Wrong Lane.  Yeah, I own it, but in my defense: first there are four songs in Russian and I used to translate them for practice and second, shut up, I like Euro-trash music sung by hot Russian chicks.

Enough suspense, here it is.  Even if you can’t stomach the song, wait for the twist at the end.  I think it’s pretty classic/diusturbing.

Okay, so last night I’m chillin’ on my couch, drinking beer 2 of 3, watching god only knows what on TV.  Seriously, couldn’t even tell you which channel I was watching at the time.  I’m zoning out and then this trippy, possibly-funny public service announcement comes on.  Now, there’s some pretty laughable drug-related PSAs as of late: the one where the car full of high kids hits the girl on the bike, the one where the high kid shoots the other high kid as a joke, and the most recent scary-ass one from Canada about kitchen safety (okay, if you’re going to watch the last one, please note that the last 2.5 seconds will burn a hole into your memory.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you).  But this most recent one I saw last night is… something special.  Not only is it stupid, but it blames everyday people for shit they can’t possibly prevent.

The video below - on meth labs, which are apparently running rampany in this country, although personally I think meth is really 1997 and totally un-glamorous, which is probably why it’s so prevalent in parts of the country where there’s nothing to do - takes the cake for both ridiculous shock-value and improbability.  It’s also really poorly done and I just feel bad for the guy in it because 1) he’s just trying to eat his breakfast and 2) how the fuck does he know there’s a meth lab next door?

Okay, give it a watch:

Basically, the lesson is: if you mind your own fucking business, you will get blown up by your neighbor’s meth lab.  So start spying on your neighbors, because according to the powers that be, if you get blown up by someone else’s meth lab, it’s your own fucking fault for not reporting them to the police who are supposed to investigate and save you from other people’s meth labs.  I’m jus’ sayin’…

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