It’s not often that you can tell exactly what a person was doing when they had the idea for a product.
HOW ‘BOUT A NICE SWAN BIRYANI?
If you love Look Around You as much as I do, you’ll superlove (as I superdid) this video that the guys made for a recent evening screening of the series.
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We give you a rabies shot and a PowerBar and drop you in the middle of the slums of Lagos.
If you make it home, you’ll definitely be several pounds lighter. Even better: you won’t care about meaningless shit like dieting anymore.
Shumka is the best. My 2 favorites:
PEOPLE … PEOPLE HAVING FUUUUUUNNNN
Just got back from Graham’s beard painting show. This one is called “All Giamatti.” Pretty good.
Pretty good, Graham. Prett-y good.
— I like the new Wilco song as much as the next plaid-wearing 401(k) holder, but this could have come from a javascript Jeff Tweedy lyrics generator.
WALTMINKWALTMINKWALTMINK
If you went to college in Minnesota in the mid-90’s, you had lots of opportunities to coolly ignore Walt Mink whenever they played First Ave or one of the local colleges. At least that’s what I imagine everybody but me did, because no one I mentioned them to since that time has heard of them.
Until a couple months ago, when suddenly everybody is like “Walt Mink this,” or “Walt Mink that,” or “Walt Mink something something.”
I’m very happy to see these guys get some attention again, because even if you don’t like the music, you have to admit that they are T.A.S. (Tight. As. Shit.).
Side note: before I heard Nick Drake’s sleepy original “Pink Moon,” I knew about the song from these guys. Which kind of ruined the sleepy version for me.
Also: Great video work, Chris Butler!
unleashed pit bull approached my children, you said:
“Don’t worry, she’s friendly!”
But I heard:
“Hello, I am a stranger! There is my biting machine! Which I choose not to control!”
What ho, look at this! My pal luckyshirt also recently went gaga over checks:
Dear person writing a check for your groceries:
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I understand that there are outlaws about, and that carrying your fucking gold bullion around is a terrible idea, but check this shit out: we have these little plastic bits of sorcery called “debit cards”.
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And don’t you worry your solid gold ass about me or the line around the fucking equator that’s waiting for you to fill in the memo space to remind yourself that this wasn’t for a new longsword or passage on the fucking Titanic. You go on and keep your records in order, Pharaoh.
The whole thing is great (if slightly angrier than my take).
I should have pointed out, in case you weren’t aware, that “checks” are pieces of paper that old people use to promise money to each other.