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June 20, 2008
Ride a horsey
I swear I dreamt of this a long time ago. You see, in my dream I worked in a paper mill to make ends meat. My long work days were met with an aching back and the realization I'd have to do it all over again. Only my daydreams saved me from insanity but the constant lapse in concentration gets me into an accident. I get caught in one of the mill presses. As I lay there slowly drifting into unconsciousness, I see myself folding a giant origami horse, hop on its back and ride away to peace.
Enjoy this video. It's a solar powered kinetic paper horse.
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You're fat, recognize and embrace it
I love this packaging for Fat Pig chocolates. They don't play around. Most chocolates hide behind the promise of elegance and class but you know - all you're eating is a mixture of cocoa, milk, and tons of sugar. Essentially you're eating fat fat fat. I like foods that tell it like it is. No pussy footing here.
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June 15, 2008
Black Bunneh weekend in review
- I'm in like with you
- Lonely panda
- I don't mind when twitter's down
- My buddy and me
- IKEA studio apartment
- It'll be okay
- A horse is a horse of course of course
- Sunset on Mars
- Alpacas are so soft
- Grassy people
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June 12, 2008
China holds funeral for panda killed by earthquake
Nearly a month after China's devastating earthquake, the Wolong Nature Reserve held a funeral Tuesday for a panda that was crushed in the temblor.
Nine-year-old Mao Mao, the mother of five at the breeding center, was found Monday, her body crushed by a wall of her enclosure when the river behind it swelled with landslide debris.
On Tuesday, panda keepers and other workers placed her remains in a small wooden crate and wheeled her quietly to a patch of ground outside the breeding center where a freshly dug hole waited.
The center's director, Zhang Hemin, stood with his cap in hand and then shoveled in a few spades of dirt.
Mao Mao's keeper, He Changgui, stepped forward, crying, and placed two apples and a piece of bread by the covered grave. There were three minutes of silence.
Rest is peace Mao Mao. May your spirit reincarnate free.
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June 11, 2008
Hey You!
I NEED YOU TO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HIT THE JUMP. JUST TRUST ME.
That is all. . .
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Buying KIM soap for Margaret Cho
Sometimes my dreams are so vivid and complete I wake up promising myself to write it down before the narrative escapes memory. Such is the case 20 mins ago when I awoke from a really strange dream about me, a bakery, KIM brand soap, and Margaret Cho.
It all starts with me and a friend on a bus. Margaret Cho gets on and and several stops later, tells me to buy her mother KIM brand soap. She says I can't miss it. It means "love."
I get off at the next stop and find myself in what looks like Korea town. Narrowing my focus I see the shop Margaret pointed at and it turns out to be a bakery. . . that just so happens to sell soap.
I walk inside to find it brimming with people all browsing and indecisive. I do a quick lap around the bakery to look for KIM soap but find this is no ordinary bakery. In one corner is a seafood market. In another are all the traditional things you'd expect to find in a bakery but curiously the part with the most hustle is a section that sells a hodge podge of things like watches and cups.
I resolve to myself and give up. I do not see any KIM soap for sale but I do see empty boxes of it crushed behind the counters. It looks like a dry washing detergent box - pink on top, blue bottom with the words "PINK" written in big bold white print. I hear the clerk ask who's next but nobody in line can figure it out. It's chaos. Just before I arrive to the front of the unorganized line, I wake up.
Now that I'm awake, I did some research and found out 2 things in a pinch. One; KIM does not mean "love" in any language. In Korean it means gold. Second; Google turns up nothing when I searched KIM soap. In conclusion, my unconscious mind is totally inaccurate and makes up shit to fill in gaps, yet it has the power to create things from scratch - everything from the bus, the bakery, and the KIM soap box. I'm sure none of those exist in reality but my unconscious mind designed it all dynamically as I was dreaming. Amazing.
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June 8, 2008
Black Bunneh weekend in review
- Rain On Me by Cyndi Lauper
- Bunneh found a rainbow
- Biologist, photographer Paul Nicklen
- Hip-hop Stormtrooper
- Licky animals
- Catch of the day
- Drunk chores are hazardous to animals
- I haz paw!
- Chris Redfield is hot
- Bulges galore
- Woody flame
- Falling to death
- Holga retro
- T-shirts
- Your boss
- Babies piking
- Zebra hitches a ride
- Keyboard commands of life
- Racist or culturist
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2016 Olympic City Applicants
Here they are ladies and gents, the 2016 Olympic city applications. Which do you prefer?
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June 6, 2008
Advice for Apple Japan
As Apple prepares to launch the new 3G enabled iPhone in Japan, here's a word of advice. Go cute and kawaii. I'm talkin' UBER CUTE here. There is no limit to how sugary sweet the Japanese love their marketing. Go all out. Sure, being all black/white, slick, and minimal works too but the 7 figure salary you pay you ad agency (Chiat Day/TBWA) means they should be able to creatively integrate your design ethos with kawaiiness. Think big headed animals, dough eyes, and clouds with faces.
Kawaii fo' lyfe!
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