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The Future of Fashion

This is a pretty remarkable fashion idea. It tracks what’s happening inside your body, and displays it for all to see. It even links up to your facebook and/or twitter so you can announce to the world when you are happy, sad, lying, or telling the truth.

Or if… um, for random example, you’re super pissed there’s a never ending storm going on in NYC right now, your clothing would show that emotion as well.

For Nerdy Organizational Nerds

SwissMiss and FictiveKin have come up with a clean, easy, and pretty “TeuxDeux” list that you access and update online! I know. I know. Calm down, everyone.

I’ve been using it for a few days, and I give it my organize-obsessed thumbs-up. There’s also an iphone app you can download to- so you can add and cross-off on the go.

Spinal Tap goes to 11

I don’t know how I missed! The IMDB rating for Spinal Tap now goes to 11. Amazing!

via kottke

 

TRON ME, PLEASE.

Is anyone else as excited as I am about the Tron remake? Daft Punk soundtrack and what appears to be a massive special effects budget… how can it fail?

How about a hat tip to the original? Watch the trailer from 1982. We’ve come a long way, folks:

Time to open a credit card..

Pantone is teaming up with Visa to make these super awesome credit cards. Makes spending money you maybe don’t have fun AND design-y. Check it out here.

Don’t be Evil, Guy.

This dude David Barksdale, an ex Google engineer, was fired because he was snooping around people’s emails and chats and shit. Ya know, just reading. For fun.

Read the article, it gets a little pedophile-ish, right? I don’t know much about this guy other than he loves toxic waste and hates getting haircuts. But that’s fucked up.

Google is continuing to piss me off lately…

*via Gawker

Sometimes, love is creepy.

At first I was like AWW SCATCH LOVE, and then things got weird.

THIS was my Jam.

Oh holy crap. I’ve actually been thinking about (my personal) seminal favorite video game, Toe Jam and Earl lately, and then I find this!

Now let’s take another trip down memory lane and revisit their highly funky, toe-tapping (remember Earl’s toe-tap and eyebrow-lift?) intro.  Seinfeld beats got nooothin on this intro:

All this excitement led me to revisit my second favorite Sega jam, Streets of Rage 2! Totally forgot about this cover. Blaze’s rack was not very kid-friendly. Or was it?

Comic Sans Strikes Back

via McSweeney’s. Duh.

I’M COMIC SANS, ASSHOLE.

By: Mike Lacher (mike@mikelacher.com)

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Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding Reign In Blood on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Unviers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.

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