The cheer me up thread

[velderia]

^ Mindfuckery.

[Psychotime]

[Munin Raven]

^ Mindfuckery.

I refuse to go there. I will become a dog... I can turn my head, and if I can't see it, it does not exist or never happened. I am safe now. I can lick my own balls. I am at peace with the world, myself, and my balls!

[slug45]

I refuse to go there. I will become a dog... I can turn my head, and if I can't see it, it does not exist or never happened. I am safe now. I can lick my own balls. I am at peace with the world, myself, and my balls!

Be careful you don't chew them:

[Velocity Kendall]

http://io9.com/5889124/in-1913-a-uta...uer-antarctica

[AdrianNagorski]

"sigh" the human body. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

[Amarok]

story of my life...

[slug45]

For all of you with bizarre needs:

75+ Reference Images of Jesus Statues

Althought they forgot my favourite:

[Angel Intheuk]

Furry Intervention...

[Mr-Joe]

[Maledict]

[crossmirage]

[Reutte]

[manlybrian]

[Shahan]

HAHAHAhahaha i love this guyyy

SKIP to 0:18

nvm this ones better

[-Tragedy-]

first of all... I'm so very sorry for this... But it's a chuckle.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hX7g91s2jY

[Psychotime]

[dierat]

Fucking awesome japanese wood block prints based on classic video games < 3

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/...ukiyo-e-heroes

[JFierce]

[LORD M]

Omae wa mo shindeiru.

[Shahan]

dierat WHERe do you find shit like that?! stumbleupon??

JFierce.. speaking of the 80's (that is amazing) well more like early 90's

SOPA/PIPA should endorse disk protector

[DvrJeroen]

[Lady Medusa]

Just casually stumbled over this video and it kind of made my day. Really though it was worth sharing :

[Angel Intheuk]

....

[slug45]

[meth]

slug45, these star wars are excellent, great find

M

[Zweit]

And of course 9Gag steals it and slaps its logo on it.

The artist is here: http://denismedriartworks.blogspot.com/

[JFierce]

Nothing funny or craaazy.
But a guy did a visual explanation of Loomis with a good explanation.

Figured I'd post it up and show support so he does some more. Lord knows how many beginners start drawing Loomis blindly and visual explanations are always a good stepping stone.

[dierat]

I'm currently reading what just might be the funniest review of a Transformers movie yet! I have to say that I really don't mind Michael Bay making such terri-bad movies because they somehow manage to inspire the most creative reviews and responses.



Michael Bay Finally Made An Art Movie

http://io9.com/5301898/michael-bay-f...e-an-art-movie

Revenge Of The Fallen is overwhelmingly negative. But the critics are wrong. Michael Bay used a squillion dollars and a hundred supercomputers' worth of CG for a brilliant art movie about the illusory nature of plot.

Transformers: ROTF is so long, you'll need to wear adult diapers to it. But the movie's pure celebration of the primal urge, and unfiltered living, will make you rejoice in your adult diapers. You'll relieve yourself in your seat with a savage joy, your barbaric yawp blending in with the crowd's screams of excitement.

And yet — and here's the part where I really think ROTF approaches "art movie" status — the movie's id overload reaches such crazy levels that the fabric of reality itself starts to break down. Michael Bay has boasted about how every single shot in the movie has so much stuff going on in it, it would take your PC since the dawn of time to render one frame. After a few hours of this assault, you feel the chair melt and the floor of the movie theater becomes an angry mirror into your soul. Nothing is solid, nothing is real, everything Transforms.

The closest thing I can think of to this movie is the Wachowskis' Speed Racer, which had a similar kind of CG image overload, although it was only five hours long as opposed to ROTF's nine.

And around hour six of ROTF, something curious happens: the two components — male enhancement and pure id — start to clash, badly. Usually, in a summer movie, the two aspects go together like tits and ass: Jason Statham plays someone who faces the same insecurities as regular dudes, but he overcomes them, and in the process he blows up everything in the world. But creating that kind of fusion requires enslaving the id to the male enhancement, and that in turn means only going way over the top instead of crazy, stratospheric over the top. Michael Bay is not willing to settle for going way over the top, like other directors.

So you have a movie that tries to reassure men that they can actually be masters of their reality — but then turns around and says that actually, reality is not real. There's no such thing as the "real world," and the only thing that's left for men to dominate is a nebulous domain of blurred shapes, which occasionally blurt nonsensical swear-words and slang from ethnic groups that have never existed. If you're drowning in an Olympic swimming pool full of hot chewing gum fondue, do you still care if Megan Fox likes you?

So yes, ROTF approaches the sublime, and then just keeps rocketing. Next stop: total anarchy. In a sense, it's the first war movie ever to convey a real sense of the fog of war, the confusion that comes with battle. Somewhere around hour nine, you will understand why friendly fire happens in wartime.

Women as well as men, everyone watching this film will feel the dissolution of all their certainties, all their illusory grasp on the world... but after you fall into a brazen despair that the walls of reality have become toxic ice cream of a million flavors, you will gasp with a greater realization: that once the world is reduced, forever, to a kaleidoscope of whirling shapes, you are totally free. Nothing matters, effect precedes cause, fish spawn in mid-air, and you can do whatever you want. Let yourself go in your adult diaper, Michael Bay invites you. Feel the music of total excess stir inside your deepest core. It is your Allspark, your cube. And you are a Transformer.

[Shahan]

This may be, the funniest thing I've seen in my entire life... That may seem a bit rash at first, but think about the man in the Street Sweeper.