000020890007 on Flickr.
Toronto Maple Leafs fans film themselves watching collapse defeat to Boston in Game 7 of NHL play-offs. Mistake.
HOW?
The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds was released 47 years ago today.
(via hippiesongs)
Source: Rolling Stone
OH GOOD YOU FINALLY FOUND A WAY TO BE EVEN MORE RELAXED AND DO NOTHING WITH YOUR LIFE. UNBELIEVABLE.
‘Jive Talkin’’ by Bee Gees
ZOMG, I figured it out. Bee Gees 2.0 + Time Machine + Helmets = Daft Punk.
A publicity still for the 1967 Yakuza film Branded to Kill, aka 殺しの烙印, directed by Seijun Suzuki.
(via mattfractionblog)
Source: bysuchandsuch.com
After two decades of living underground, cicadas are about to attack. They’re actually a rare delicacy that taste like shrimp when boiled, and have a nutty flavor and a buttery texture.
So, Neil Young and Rick James used to be in a band called The Mynah Byrds, the first white group signed to Motown. They recorded and then Rick James got busted for being AWOL from the Navy, and the band split up.
The Mynah Birds - “It’s My Time”
(via the excellent @dangerousminds)
SPLOOSH
000018790010 on Flickr.
For Sale, John Lennon’s Ferrari
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- announce launch date
- sign-up!
- COUNTDOWN!
- launch day - screw the pooch!
GOOD JOB. GOOD EFFORT.
No, here in L.A., drivers peacefully wait for you to look up (from your smart phone, most likely) and notice the left-hand signal is green. Once you do, you can take your time, inching forward like a glowworm. It’s fine if only one car gets through per green arrow. No one seems to care. And as for intersections without a left-turn arrow—and this is truly confusing—drivers don’t bother to creep into the intersection. They wait, like sedated animals, back at the light.
Leaving Los Angeles : The New Yorker
Congratulations, this is the stupidest, most inaccurate fucking thing I’ve ever read about Los Angeles.
I’m shocked she didn’t steal Woody Allen’s “I’ll have a plate of mashed yeast” joke from Annie Hall when she was referring to kale chips, but then, I’m not surprised, because his line is witty, so it wouldn’t fit here at all.
I mean, there’s a paragraph here detailing the wacky thing she heard a guy say in a cafe mixed with a Scientology joke. Are you fucking kidding me? How lazy are you? Did you honestly believe this was some original take on Los Angeles?
Source: newyorker.com
‘We’ve Got All Night’ by Papas Fritas
Internet search fail. I take it upon my shoulders to deliver a pop gem. My work is never done.







