Fun – Page 4 – A Honey of an Anklet

All My Sons: a coda

From the TMN archives: Kevin Guilfoyle’s “Surrey with the Syringe on Top,” concerning the scandal in the swirl of disclosures that Great American playwrights had been doping:

[Arthur] Miller is quick to point out that it wasn’t always this way, and when the conversation turns to his early days, he becomes nostalgic. You should have seen me when I was writing Death of a Salesman. I had pecs the size of Iroquois saddlebags and my glutes were so rock-hard I could have sat on Joe McCarthy’s head and popped it like a rotten beet.’

Treasure

Thomas Kinkade does a Tsukahara over the carcharhinid.

I followed you up until “cool”

A DIALOGUE WITH SARAH, AGED 3: IN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT IF YOUR DAD IS A CHEMISTRY PROFESSOR, ASKING “WHY” CAN BE DANGEROUS

(Link via The Morning News.)

Still won’t wash your cat

Introducing Pomegranate, an incredible all-on-one mobile device.

(Link via Language Log.)

Very slick, and you have to dig fairly deep to figure out what the real product is.

The reality train has left the station

Via Ira and Leta, possibly the strangest Barbie collectible to be offered: Barbie as Melanie Daniels (Tippi Hedren) attacked by crows in Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds.

Dressed in a re-creation of the stylish green skirt-suit worn by the film’s ill-fated heroine in an iconic scene… Barbie® Doll celebrates the 45th anniversary of the acclaimed film. From the doll’s classic ensemble to the perfectly painted expression to the accompanying black birds, every aspect captures the film’s infamous appeal…. Doll cannot stand alone as shown. For the adult collector.

Although it must also be admitted that the two different Hello Kitty Barbies on offer come close, if only for their universe-mixing Spock-meets-Skywalker jumbledness.

Something I badly needed to do

Barry Blitt’s cover for this week’s New Yorker made me laugh out loud.

Fun with anagrams

You can rearrange the letters of PARIS HILTON’s name to spell THIS OR PALIN. Coincidence? I think not.

A lose-lose for the pig

George Saunders deconstructs:

So, when Barack Obama says he will put some lipstick on my pig, I am, like, Are you calling me a pig? If so, thanks! Pigs are the most non-Élite of all barnyard animals. And also, if you put lipstick on my pig, do you know what the difference will be between that pig and a pit bull? I’ll tell you: a pit bull can easily kill a pig.

Yes we can’t

Via The Morning News: Matthew Guerrieri stumps for some presidential candidates whose campaigns never got much traction this time around.

Feeding, fleeing, fighting, and forgetting

IHOP gets the Danielewski treatment. Brilliant!

The Love Poem Project

Via kottke.org: this sounds like a dumb idea, like a lot of the McSweeney’s and Onion items that aren’t funny once you get past the headline. But it kinda works: George Herbert’s been remixed.

Big pixels

Christoph Niemann tiles the bathrooms of his renovated home with renderings of 20th-century icons of art and graphic design.

“I wanted a Titian and all I got was a lump of lard,” Lisa gasped.

Manga David

DEIVIDDO

Via I Love Typography, my first name transliterated.

The teeth within our mouths

Of the beasts of the field, and of the fishes of the sea, and of all foods that are acceptable in my sight you may eat, but not in the living room.

Ian Frazier’s vintage “Laws Concerning Food and Drink…” hits the spot.

(Link via Scott Rosenberg’s Wordyard.)

Worth a try

If a Unicorn Were on the National Security Council, by Ken Saji.

The unicorn starts out by laying out its plan to counter the North Korean nuclear threat. It says, “Create a giant rainbow over the entire country that lasts 100 years and then flood the DMZ with thousands of puppies—er, kittens.”