Some Stormtrooper Action

Hot. (Surely I'm not the only person out there with a stormtrooper fetish?)

Yet Another Decorative Use of Fiber Optics

I seem to be a sucker for anything that features fiber optics. (Really, now, it's hard to go wrong with fiber optics.) Unsurprisingly, I found these unique lights rather interesting. They look delicate and somehow organic. Probably expensive.

The Perfect Kitty

As I once again demonstrated my unfailing fondess for teeny tiny animals, Zack pointed me to this plan to make permakitties, or cats who remain kitten-size forever.

Zack: combine that with the hypo-allergenic kittens i saw this morning and, besides a 10,000 dollar kitty, you get a kitty i'd actually want
Me: yo--that is awesome.
Me: hypoallergenic permakittens? we could conquer the world with those.
Zack: seriously

Is That a Pygmy Marmoset in Your Pocket?

Oh my god. OH MY GOD! I really, really, really want a pygmy marmoset. With the cute little tailies and the shmushy little faces and the furry little bodies and the clingy little hands and the hoyvin mayvin! Oh, they're so precious they're making me Frinkify.

Furniture Porn (Yes, Furniture Porn)

I don't know who was dropped on his/her head before coming up with this idea, but it is surprisingly funny: furniture porn. Not people on chairs. Just chairs. No people. Just naughty, sexy chairs.

Wrapping Up

For those among us who are compulsively elaborate gift-wrappers, check out Whimsy's collections of themed and color-coordinated wrapping paper. They're all double-sided, which is particularly awesome. Unfortunately, they're not cheap. But it's worth is for certain special gifts, I should think.

So Over the Rainbow

These Roy G. Biv shoes are adorable. And on sale! But not on enough of a sale for me.

Hm. The Roy G. Biv thing has always seemed slightly foreign to me. I heard about it late in the game; apparently I went to a developmentally retarded elementary school until we moved when I was in third grade. (You know that bubble-blower necklace craze of the late '80s/early '90s? It hit my old school when I was in fifth grade. We totally had the bubble-blower necklace thing by fourth grade in my new school.) We hadn't covered the whole Roy G. Biv acronym in my old school, but all the kiddies in the new school seemed to know about it. Smug bastards. Whatever. I knew the colors of the rainbow anyway, without having to memorize some stupid acronym about some schmuck named Roy.

When Fashion Attacks

I always try to keep abreast of current fashion; I don't often follow them (High-waisted pants on a short-waisted girl? Uggs with sundresses in July? Leggings? No thank you.), but I like knowing what the trends are. So I finally got around to catching up on the Fashion Week goings-on (covered quite thoroughly in New York magazine), which I found generally lackluster. In my opinion, the collections were overall dull and featured few standouts. Well, few standouts of the good variety.

The Rodarte collection was spectacular in its complete disregard for the female form. After clicking through the slideshow pics, I was struck by the thought that the designer must truly hate women to truss them up in such unattractive, constricting, unflattering garments (most of which violated what should be, if it isn't already, a cardinal rule of fashion: Clothes should be worn; they should not wear you). If these monstrosities are supposed to be some sort of sculpturual works of art, fine. Hang them in the MoMA; don't foist them onto hapless models.

Amazingly enough, the Rodarte line is created by two sisters and, as their website demonstrates, isn't chock-full of the heinous creations they displayed at Fashion Week. I do hope it was some sort of drug- or head injury–induced aberration.

When a Geek Loves a Woman

They have this Super Mario–themed cake at their wedding.

Warm Hands, Cold Office

Meant to post this yesterday, but I was in too much of a hurry to get the hell out of the office. (It's been a long, long couple of weeks.) I just discovered exactly what I needed at my last job, where the air conditioning was permanently set on arctic: USB heated gloves. Here's the men's/unisex version and here's the ladies' version. They could be very helpful, especially when you're using a mouse and you develop "mouse hand" (that nasty numb, cold sensation you—or those of us with crappy circulation—get).

The Barbie Beetle

Whoa. If I had seen this during my high school years, I would have dropped a puddle: a Barbie Beetle. For real people, I mean. Not for Barbie. I already had that one.

Wiiiiii! It's the Wii!

Ah, at long last we know: Nintendo's Wii is supposed to ship on November 19th and will retail for $250. (Take that, $600 PS3.) 1UP's got the scoop on all things Wii and wonderful.

Poisonous Propaganda

It's shocking how unabashedly overt this German children's book, The Toadstool, is in its anti-Semitism. I mean, I know it's Fascist propaganda, but it's so obvious it's nauseating. After reading it you may feel like you need a shower. Grotesque.

I Want to Spock You Like an Animal

Have been too busy to breathe, but I just had to share this minor masterpiece: Star Trek + Nine Inch Nails = Closer. Exceptional editing.

Magic (Glowing) Carpet Ride

Ooh, more glowy things! (I know, I'm a pushover for the sparklies and such.) I bet this LED wallpaper would look rad in nightclubs and I love the magic carpet. (Though I'm not exactly sure what one would do with said carpet.)

ULTIMATE...Blog Posts

Heh. This Wired article may be bitchy but it sure is funny. And quite apt.

More Than OK

This is undoubtedly one of the most awesome music videos I've ever seen. It's OK Go dancing about on treadmills. Now, I had previously enjoyed the silly, yet well-choreographed antics of this video (particularly the slow-mo faux fisticuffs), but when you transpose those frolics to treadmills, the result is spectacular. It's one continuous shot that reportedly took 15 takes to nail (not counting rehearsals). Apparently the band also performs some of their routines during live shows, too, as evidenced by this clip (with very quiet, lousy sound). Watching them perform on stage reminds me of nothing so much as a little girls' dance recital. In a good way. Moreover, I actually like their music. That's always a plus.

New From the Department of Idiocy

This poor bastard. Rescue over 200 people, get sued.