Can someone let Kumail know that this is what I want for Valentine’s Day?
From the website:
According to a Native American tradition, every person is connected with an animal spirit, which provides comfort and protection to new life. Now you can bring the power of these guardian spirits into your home with this first-of-a-kind dreamcatcher replica with Native American-inspired icons.
Available exclusively from The Bradford Exchange, this charming collectible is fully sculpted of artist’s resin, embellished with real feathers and wooden beadwork on leather strings and showcases a sleeping baby cradled in the frame of a replica dreamcatcher. Suspended above the sleeping child, hangs a miniature dreamcatcher featuring real hand-woven string. High demand is expected for this limited-edition home decor and you won’t want to miss out. Order now!
This thing is one foot tall you guys.
Did you want to see a closeup?
Rehab.
There used to be a Gmail lab (those things are genius, BTW) that was a forced timeout from Gmail. This lab, when enabled, would give you a button that would lock your Gmail for 15 minutes. It’s been removed, probably because it was incredibly unpopular, but the fine people at Quickrr have come up with a solution: Facebook and Email Rehab.
Erotic toilet paper.
My good friend Emily Gordon (yup, same name as me, that’s actually how we met) sent me this link last night, and I love her for seeing it and for thinking enough to send it to me. This is Japanese erotic toilet paper.
NSFWishness after the jump.
Crash Blossoms
Crash Blossoms is a term originally coined on Language Log, and the term refers to headlines that are poorly written. Here, the original Crash Blossom will help explain how they work.
“Violinist Linked to JAL Crash Blossoms”
The story was about a guy who’s father died in a car accident who, years later, found success as a violinist, but the headline makes absolutely no sense, and boom, next thing you know it was showing up in New York Magazine.
Be on the lookout for Crash Blossoms when you’re reading the paper every day (you all do that, right?), and here are a few of my favorites, culled from Crash Blossoms and TYWKIWDBI.
Two Sisters Reunited after 18 Years in Checkout Counter
Enraged Cow Injures Farmer with Ax
Enfields Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
Inmate Mistakenly Released Third This Year
Suspect in Mumbai Attacks a Thorn in U.S.- India Ties
Panda Mating Fails, Veterinarian Takes Over
Gay Kiss South Africans in Car Crash
Stolen Painting Found by Tree
Go check the two links above to read tons and tons more. Fun if you’re trapped in the snow or just refusing to leave your home!
“Just so you know, I’m the mayor of this store on foursquare.”
Thanks to The Meltdown, I now have the delight of being in a comic book store weekly, and Meltdown Comics one of the biggest, coolest, and best comic book stores on the west coast. I notice that every week as I’m running around setting things up, there’s always at least three or four guys floating around near the cash register, talking to the clerks. I always wondered what they talked about, and thanks to Our Valued Customers, I no longer have to wonder.
This comic book store clerk (not a Meltdown clerk, BTW) has been saving little snippets of things people say to him at his store and drawing little cartoons with them, and they are priceless. Jump to see some of my favorites.
Yes, Ed Hardy, Yes.
It’s so hack to make fun of Ed Hardy stuff, but I couldn’t resist when I saw this handbag this morning. On sale for $90 from $200!!
If you’re ever unsure if we’ve made progress as a people….
Back in the 1930s, when city living began to flourish, women raising children in apartment buildings with no backyard or outdoor space for playing lamented that their kids needed fresh air.
Necessity is the mother of invention, because someone invented Babycage!
Yup, that’s right, a baby-sized cage that attaches to your window and very safely allows your child some fresh air… fresh air in a cage that’s suspended dozens of feet above the cold, unforgiving pavement. It also doubles as a pigeon feeder if your child happens to fall asleep out there.
I even wrote them one hell of a tagline: Babycage- let’s hope you installed it correctly!
From The Atlantic via Neatorama.
Stuff My Mom Sends Me
Can this be a network sitcom?
Clockwise from top left corner: a Winston Salem pin, a book signed by David Sedaris, a rad slide whistle, a Frankenstein mask, googly eyes, Woody Pez dispenser, Buzz Lightyear, guitar sunglasses, and a witch mask.
Your new word of the day.
The Danes have a word called “hygge” that doesn’t translate into English, and it’s one of the most fundamental concepts of their culture. It essentially means “a complete absence of anything annoying, irritating or emotionally overwhelming, and the presence of and pleasure from comforting, gentle and soothing things”. It’s associated with the feeling of Christmastime, of rainy nights, of summer evenings outside, and with friends and family. It is a word we should all be striving for, and a word we should all be defining for ourselves.
This picture sums it up nicely. Or wait, no it doesn't.
My hygge involves playing cards with my family, playing video games with Kumail, doing stupid things with Carlos, being at the dogbeach with Jamie, sitting in Morgan’s backyard, doing makeup with Amber, having brunch with Mamrie, watching bad movies with LA/NY friends, and sitting on my balcony with Bagel in the morning.
Go see other words that don’t have English translations at Listverse!
