Savages!

The Tourettes Guy’s psychiatrist puts a giant 4ft. tall statue of a blue M&M next to his bed to see how a person with Tourette’s Syndrome would react if they woke up and saw a giant blue M&M in-front of their bed.

Call me crazy, but I think this kid is drunk!

the technique seems complex; magical even, but once mastered, imagine how useful the knowledge could be.

At least he barks quietly. And not at his own foot.

There is a new Will Ferrell movie coming out called Talladega Nights: The Ballad Of Ricky Bobby. It is all about the awsomest sport known as NASSCAR, and it looks funnier than a texas rattler in poopy-pants! Praise Jesus!

‘Monkey Drummer’ is an awsome little music video created by director Chris Cunningham. The music is by Aphex Twin, whom Chris has also done a few other very cool videos for. Drummers have been know to start humping their computer monitors when they watch this, so careful who you send it to. Or send it to every drummer you know. Whatever floats your boat.

Who will win this spectacular battle of wills? Watch and find out.

Whose head will explode from watching this video one billion times in a row? Me. Already happened.

Holy smokes! Flying dogs are WAY cooler than regular dogs.

Oh it pains me to put up another superbowl budlight commercial. It really does. But I promise this will be the last one. And I also promise this one will have some good bum related humor in it. And I’m not talking about low-grade homeless person-type bum humor, I’m talking 99.9% pure cut ass-end-of-a-person-type bum humor. The good stuff.

So… Superbowl commercials. Which was my favorite? That is tough… they were kind of cute and stinky all at the same time. Sort of like my toes. Actually, exactly like my toes. But my favorite would have to be budlight’s ‘Save Yourself’. Although it would have been better if the bear had farted at least once…

Well hooray for Superbowl weekend. And we all know that means I won’t be around for a couple of days. Because I’ll be playing. In the Superbowl. On the winning team. And saving babies and puppies from burning houses. It also maybe means there might possibly be a couple of funny commercials (perhaps). Like this one! Look! it’s a rocket-sled!

This band is almost as cool as Robby Roadsteamer. Almost.

PS: Audio is NSFW.

There is a new(?) cartoon on Adult Swim called ‘Perfect Hair Forever’. I’m not going to pretend to know much about it, but it involves a balding teenager on a quest to get perfect hair. He hangs out with a tree, a tornado, and I think a floating hotdog. And people are trying to kill them. And it is C-R-A-Z-Y. Here’s a clip.

I’m not usually into these homemade webcam music videos, but howdy-do this one is tasteful, artistic, technically impressive and catchy as all heck. I’m smitten!

One calm dog, one thermo-nuclear crazy dog, a guest appearance by a scared cat, a fence, some food, and crazy asian voiceovers. What does all that give you? It gives you great times. Really great times.

I really need someone to explain to me what this is. I’ve had to watch it a few times now and I’m starting to feel light-headed from all the crazy. And I need someone who is not Japanese to explain it. Because someone from Japan is just going to say “Well, it’s a poodle-human giving an aerobics class to human-poodles, why do you ask, are you blind?”. And that’s really not going to help.

I can’t begin to tell you how much I hate pigeons. Actually, yes, yes I can. Around here most of them have these gimpy feet and they look like they just crawled out from under a (running) lawnmower and then showered in dirty oil. There’s a homeless guy here who pees and craps in his pants, eats food out of dumpsters, and smokes cigarettes off the street. I would lick his face before touching a pigeon.

I don’t know whether to love or hate this Miller High Life ‘Alternative Fuels’ commercial from Errol Morris. On the one hand I am in complete agreement with its message, but on the other hand it reinforces the stereotype that all adult bicyclists have had their license taken away for DUI. At least it doesn’t reinforce the stereotype that they’re all gay.

I guess it is no secret that David Letterman doesn’t think much of President Bush. And I guess it is no secret that my superhero secret identity is Jacob Jackson. Or wait, that was a secret. Damn, I need to get this Backspace key fixed.