That's How It Happened

Best. Wake. Ever.
So the third of four Ramones is dead. Some pretty diverse hipsters attended the deathbed. Gleaned from various sources: John Frusciante, Vincent Gallo, Eddie Vedder, Rob Zombie, Lisa-Marie Presley, Pete Yorn, and Talia Shire. I'm sure there are some others I've missed. You have to be pretty damn cool to get Rob Zombie and Vincent Gallo to come to your party. Urban Outfitters somehow broke all records for bad taste by following Carson "Fashion"'s stupid recommendation by piling the shelves with fake "vintage" Ramones t-shirts yesterday. I was so shocked by the idiocy of this "corpse still warm" cash-in, that I actually forgot to take a photo.

Catching large snakes by hand. Africa shows up Steve Irwin as a wuss.

Hadley Freeman reports her tips for surviving fashion week:

"While the rest of the audience waggle their heads, Wimbledon-style, watching the models, yours is pointed dead at the curtain from which the models emerge, and never budges. This is because by the time the model walks down the runway, the whole look is passé and not worthy of your attention."

What google looked like in 1999. Incredibly they seem to have run off less hardware than exists in Rob's study. Best of all is the custom drive case made from Duplo.

How serious LEGOphiles store their bricks.

The GLAT, the google labs entrance exam. Tough and yet friendly.

Robo-pike has a name: "Wanda". What is it with nerds and Monty Python?

How to do the Crip Walk, a beginner's course from C-Walk Master Yama-G. You never know when you might be stranded in Compton, and need to C-walk your ass out of there. (Though I'm unclear, if the Bloods catch you doing this dance, are you as good as dead?)

Work may suck, JT, but probably not if you are Ken Sunshine, quoted in the Mirror: "Ken Sunshine, who is employed by Timberlake to comment on his personal life, said last night: "We never comment on his personal life.""