I learned about this today while googling information my mother used to scare me as a child. BTW – my mother really is awesome. She used to tell me that you could develop Bell's Palsy by sleeping with a fan on your head.
While googling that I found this: Fan Death
A U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention study published in the Journal of the American Medical Association advises that "although the use of fans may increase comfort at temperatures less than 90°F (less than 32.2°C), fans are not protective against heatstroke when temperatures reach greater than or equal to 90°F (greater than or equal to 32.2°C) and humidity exceeds 35%,"[15] and provides a similar but simpler warning to the public on their website.[16] These temperature and humidity conditions are consistent with a death cited in an earlier article critical of fan death, which suggested that fan use was irrelevant.[6]
Be careful out there.
SO COOL. These are absolutely amazing.
There's more over at the stitchdraw blog - found via poppytalk.
I don't care. I'm going to post this even if you are all over it. So there. My blog. That I never post to anymore. (BTW – a BUILDING FELL OVER, like completely intact. Well, not completely but you know.)
So June HAS been the month to fear the reaper – I know, BAD joke, but whatever... I'm leaving it. Bea Arthur (OMG, loved the Golden Girls), David Carradine (sorry, I hated Kung Fu), Ed McMahon (I watched the hell out of some Star Search) and Billy Mays. I heard the news about Michael Jackson on the radio. Yes, I still listen to the radio. Which is appropriate since sitting by the radio and recording songs off of it was the only way I could listen to music outside of the radio when I was younger. I didn't have much money to buy tapes and the tapes I did buy had to be approved by my mother (Michael Jackson was off-limits, which made me like him even more).
I was also not allowed to watch MTV and VH1... you know back when the stations actually played music. Times have seriously changed since neither of those stations could break from some really awful programming to show an actual WHOLE video by an entertainer who helped define a music video but whatever I'm rambling. My point being that I was not allowed, so I figured out a way around the block on the TV and watched music videos to my heart's content when my mother wasn't around. I think this explains a lot.
So, I'm posting the video I remember waiting for the most... I waited for other MJ videos, but my mother HATED this one in particular... and you will see why. :p
p.s. Stop it after the video ends, there's some weird Donahue clip at the end. :p
p.s. While I was writing this a coworker came in and said "Are you STILL listening to Michael Jackson?!" Yes, yes I am... DEAL WITH IT.
This is a very good representation of my day today. My stop-motion wasn't nearly as good as this either.
Via AdFreak.
I'm deeply jealous of the patience it takes to create these. I have that patience with a pencil. A 100 hours is nothing on a drawing. For some reason I can't translate that when I work on a machine, I get too antsy.
More here.
I got two emails about this, this morning. Excellent. Now to just make sure the sizing isn't for pre-teens. ;)
I'm at least getting the sticker. Via coworkers, via Gizmodo. T-shirt on getslapt.
BTW, I used to live in the same town where Tom Selleck had a summer residence. This is starting to get a little freaky (as Fred put it!). ;)
These were found via a search to show me the metal mustache the guy behind the counter had when our copywriter went for her latest tattoo. A-mazing.
Magnet Mustaches at Etsy.
Man Decorates Basement with $10 Worth of Sharpie.
That might be one of the coolest things ever. I'd love to see that room in person, but the link has a pretty awesome panning slideshow of it. I need to own my own house so I can do this.
Conversation between me and my mother just now.
Mom: There's a man in the road.
Me: I see him! I wasn't going to hit him!
Mom: You never know, you don't like them.
Found on Urban Outfitters
I don't know what's wrong with me this week. I can NOT concentrate.
