Okay. We will agree that it takes a little more than 2 kegs of beer to fill a bathtub, but we’re finding it difficult to believe 1.8 Jennifer Aniston’s will equal a Tom Cruise. We’ll leave it up to you to find out how many babies weigh the same as a baby grand piano or how many Weinermobiles it would take to be the same length as the empire state building. Just visit Weird Converter. You can probably waste at least a good hour on this site and impress approximately 1/3 of your friends with what you’ve learned.
First Sony retired the Floppy Disk in March. Now they are discontinuing the Walkman in Japan. Experts are uncertain whether the decline in sales is due to the increasing popularity of MP3 personal audio devices or advertisements like the one below. Thank God we still have calculator watches and bulky cell phones.
Owls are wise. Everyone knows it, but that doesn’t mean they don’t like to let loose every now and then. This pretty amazing blog called Hungover Owls is now documenting the owl party scene.
Are you land locked but crave getting barreled by a big blue wave? Grab a friend and your skateboard, head to Home Depot and get a big blue tarp. Just like that, it’s on.
Joe Garden is a writer for the The Onion who owns many, many t-shirts. Apparently he has too many t-shirts, so he’s started a blog in an effort to allow the masses to help him weed out his collection. Each day he posts a new t-shirt and visitors to his site are able to vote whether he keeps the shirt or not.
We’re hoping he starts replacing some of his terrible tees with some of our amazing t-shirts.
We don’t know if this exchange is true, actually assume it’s not, but don’t really care in the end because it’s awesome. A friend of the program who sent us the link summed it up best with a concise, “Graphic designers are dicks.”
Enjoy. At the end there is a link to what may be an unabridged version…either way it is a good read.
This isn’t necessarily a Missing Missy tribute tee, but the cat in our recent release, Cat’s Eyes, bears a startling, even uncanny resemblance….less the little red derby, of course.
No Star, a long time proponent of manly facial hair, is proud to announce our support of Andrew Huston in his quest for the Best Beard in the World. Andrew will be representing No Star as he competes in the World Beard and Mustache Championships on June 5 in his home town of Bend, OR. We wish him luck, but with a beard like his, we doubt he’ll need it.
We just discovered this site and can’t stop sending out big ass messages. Post your favorite big ass message as a comment to this post and you might just win a free t-shirt.
Wow. We feel like taking a shower just for typing that.
This Cold Steel™, Two-handed Great Sword infomercial is so undeniable* we couldn’t help but pass it along. Who are we, after all, to stand between you and ”flick, flick, flick” 6 lbs of pig-slicing cold steel?
“Sure it’s big, but there’s nothing awkward or clumsy about this sword”…just our host. Majesty?? Efficiency? Efficiently accomplishing what, exactly? I don’t want to ruin the ending for you. Actually, I can’t. I haven’t made it that far yet. This is 9+ minutes of medieval, movie-making magick. (medieval, except when they are stabbing barrels of oil in the parking lot, obviously outside on lunch break from their shitty office jobs, and trying really hard not to pretend they’re actually stabbing that over-officious prick Tom from HR.)
*By undeniable, we mean equal parts entertaining, fascinating and, eventually, gruesome. If you are squeamish, please stop watching at the 1:30 mark…before the pig face gets sliced, diced and replayed in super slow-mo. Honestly, what a bizarre selling point. I guess, when you buy the two-handed pork sword, you can break it out at your next World of Warcraft themed Luau and, well, WoW the crowd, if you will. Epic boots are sold separately.
Maybe it’s just us, but when we read this story about someone firebombing medical marijuana centers in Billings, visions of firefighters both fighting this blaze and (with at least equal gusto) fanning these flames and being careful to breathe very deeply came to mind.
But we are cynics. Undoubtedly, while fighting this fire to the best of their abilities, these public employees would have done everything humanly possible to ensure there were enough Doritos and pizza to go around.
Hojjat ol-eslam Kazem Sediqi, a “hard-line” Iranian cleric, came out this week (well, didn’t come out come out) and proclaimed that women who dress provocatively and tempt people into promiscuity are to blame for the world’s recent, devastating earthquakes. He says, “When promiscuity spreads, earthquakes increase.”
We think perhaps this may be the origins of, “If this trailer’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’.”
We think, too, that someone must be lying…or had better check his facts. After all, Pat Robertson was pretty convinced (if not convincing) that Haiti had it coming after they signed a deal with the devil to help them out with the French a while back. Pat says, “True story. And the devil said, ‘OK, it’s a deal.’ Ever since, they have been cursed by one thing after another.”
We kind of always thought the French were the devil, and are now totally confused.
We don’t mean that. Some our best friends are French. Or used to be. Used to be our best friends, not used to be French. We’re pretty sure they’re still French. And they have to live with that.
So, is it easy girls in short skirts, or ill-advised pacts with Lucifer (and/or the French)? We’re just not really sure where to side on this one.
But we do know we did a tee with a really cute, if mustachioed, French kid on the slide a few seasons ago that is kind of awesome.
A few years back, in a remote Central Oregon wood, on a cold, snowy April morning, the No Star family attempted to start an Easter tradition. We admit it didn’t quite take, yet, but have hopes to resurrect The Great Easter Keg hunt in the near future. This video is short documentary of the Easter Keg hunt…which rapidly devolved into the LumberJack-Off ‘06. It is action-packed, has a great soundtrack and features full-grown men in full-grown bunny outfits.
