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Posted on 11.20.07 by Widge @ 7:18 am
Comments on this: none yet. Add your own. ![]() For those of you who think Fire in the Sky is a documentary, you might be a bit concerned about how to get back home after you've been abducted by big-eyed extraterrestrials. The Location Earth Dog Tag is supposed to help you get over that, sporting info on how the aliens can drop you back on Earth: Engraved with several methods of locating Earth in the Galaxy, an alien pilot does not need to understand any human language to use this information. The mathematical location of Earth in relation to several important pulsars is represented by the radial diagram. Now, first of all, the radial diagram looks to me like a high level on Missile Command, so I dunno about that. And second of all, if you do get snatched, and you find yourself in the clutches of the Horde or the Brood, you keep that goddamn thing under your shirt, you hear? Take one for the team. Categorized as: Gear
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Posted on 11.02.07 by Widge @ 8:18 am
Comments on this: none yet. Add your own. ![]() Is anybody else on that list? You know: the mailing list where you get an endless wave of tacky, tacky catalogues filled with crap that, no matter how hard you soul search, you can't figure out what you bought that triggered your inclusion? Yeah. I'm on that list. At least the catalogues can be entertaining. Take a look at this quilt that you can get personalized for your grandmother. It says "Grandma, whenever you touch this heart, you'll know that we love you." And inside the heart you can put names, presumably names of the grandchildren. Now that might sound sweet. It might sound warm, even, and inviting. Like it's exactly the sort of thing you might want your grandmother to have across the back of her sofa. But not so fast. Sure, it starts off innocently enough: she touches the heart, she knows you love her. But soon enough, when she's not touching the heart, what will she think? She'll find herself carrying the quilt about the house, ensuring that she's got at least a finger on the heart, because the quilt says that what she has to do to know for certain that you love her. Taking it to bed, taking it into the shower, taking it everywhere lest she doubt for a moment your love. So is that what you want for your grandmother? Is it? To be a quilted heart junkie? You heartless bastards. Categorized as: Gear
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Posted on 10.31.07 by Widge @ 12:29 pm
Comments on this: none yet. Add your own. That's right, folks. If you're going up against some serious zombie hordes, your ordinary chainsaw might not do the trick. If that's the case, then why not hook one up to a V8 engine? I mean, just make sure you've got a friend to help you carry the damn thing... Categorized as: Gear
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Posted on 09.30.07 by Widge @ 7:37 pm
Comments on this: none yet. Add your own. Categorized as: Gear
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Posted on 08.07.07 by Widge @ 2:23 pm
Comments on this: none yet. Add your own. ![]() Chazzie-award winner Neil Gaiman, known around here simply as "The Neil," has a movie based on his stuff coming out this weekend. Yes, Stardust opens with a big name cast, big special effects, and the hopes and dreams of millions riding on the notion that Hollywood might manage not to fuck up a Gaiman adaptation. Ahem. No pressure*. Anyway, Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab (who we've talked about before) is not only an incredible name for a band but also makes "Stardust" and "Good Omens" fragrances. (Good Omens? By Jove, that sounds familiar...!) So anyway, they've got five Stardust fragrances, with names like "Fairy Market" and "Yvaine," and the proceeds go to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund. If you buy the Good Omens fragrances, you not only help the CBLDF but also orangutans. And for the record, these orangutans have nothing to do with comic books to our knowledge and to imply that they wrote Identity Crisis would be an insult to orangutans everywhere. So. For the full press release, click after the break. For their website, click here. *--I mean seriously, have you read any of the Sandman movie scripts? You haven't? Good. Don't. One took five months off my life. And not the end of my life, either. I'm talking five months from the middle of 1982. Flat gone. Categorized as: Gear
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