This made me laugh. Improv Everywhere set up a very surreal scene in a park with eight sets of identical quadruplets all found around the New York City area. I know, right? Who knew there were so many available sets of identical quadruplets?

Apparently, identical quadruplets account for about 1 in 15 million births, though I assume the rate for non identical quads has risen massively since the advent of fertility treatments. One famous set of identical quadruplets is the Genain quadruplets, who all developed schizophrenia (Oh YEAH, that’s from Wikipedia!).

(via Laughing Squid)

Presumably this is by the same guy who did the Britney Spears morph I posted over on Eatthis.inmusic.ca recently. It’s a morph video of the evolution of Lindsay Lohan’s face. Creepy and really, really compelling. What is is about these things that make them so damned fascinating? And why has she done this to herself?

In other news, I’m starting to lose hope for Lindsay Lohan and that’s such a shame. Not only is she a really good actress and the star of Mean Girls, the best high school movie ever (in my mind…today), but I feel like life has been really fucking mean to her. Just a sense I get from the fact that her parents are allegedly total batshiat crazy wacka ding hoy nutbars, as well as the endless abuse she takes from tabloids and the public. It’s like watching someone sink under the weight of her own tragedy, as entertainment.

This is particularly amusing to me because my husband and I have our own version of this that dates back to about 2002, and I think mine might even go back to the mid nineties and have been invented with a different friend. OUR goth dance moves included “I’m a moth,” “vacuuming the floor” and “finding the contact lens.” Ask me to demonstrate when we meet in person.

So, this video by San Francisco’s Hubba Hubba Revue (via Laughing Squid) is just an extension of a theme. Good job. Watch and learn, goth grasshoppers, watch and learn.

OK, really?

I don’t think I’m terribly easy to gross out. I have an acquaintance who practices amaroli – the ayurvedic term for “urine therapy,” meaning she drinks her own pee – and I’m OK with that, even if I think it’s weird and probably not doing her any good. But this is goddam disgusting: eggs soaked and cooked in the urine of little boys. It’s a Chinese delicacy, according to Reuters. Specifically in the eastern Chinese city of Dongyang.

“Basins and buckets of boys’ urine are collected from primary school toilets. It is the key ingredient in “virgin boy eggs”, a local tradition of soaking and cooking eggs in the urine of young boys, preferably below the age of 10.

“There is no good explanation for why it has to be boys’ urine, just that it has been so for centuries.”

The claim is that they have remarkable health properties.

First they are soaked, then boiled in the piss. Then the shells are cracked and they simmer some more, in the piss.

The eggs then sell for $0.24.

Among the ailments they’re purported to stave off are heat stroke and joint pain.

Chinese medical experts, however, aren’t so sure and some are “warning about sanitary issues surrounding the use of urine to cook the eggs.”

(Story: Reuters via Geekosystem Images: Amusing Planet )

The holy grail for many or most filmmakers and novelists is the brilliant, funny, sad trifecta. Some have achieved it, others it has eluded. But all should take note and watch this hairy drunken man perform the whole of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” in the back of an RCMP car.

“It has nothing to do with having been sort of intoxicated, as YOU PROCLAIM!” he argues. “It has to do with brotherhood of man on the Planet Earth,” before launching into a forgiveably off-key and shouty rendition of the classic. As one YouTube commenter pointed out, it would have been made perfect by the cop joining in for a “Let me go!” “Will not let you go!” exchange.

Wonder how this all turned out, who he is and who originally posted the video….

Check out these awesome pics of the exotic dancers of yore. The images are from the Charles H. McCaghy collection of exotic dance from burlesque to clubs at Ohio State University.

I love this totally grouchy looking lady above. And the horse costume! That’s the best thing ever.

Right?

Here are a few more:

And just for comparison purposes. Times have changed, huh? See the rest of the collection over at Ohio State.

(via Neatorama, via Retronaut)

This summer, Waldo finds YOU.

Ha. Almost as good as this one from a couple of years ago: Werner Herzog reads Where’s Waldo.

“Oh, zere he is. Hello, my little friend.”