Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Essay Of The Day: On the Implausibility of the Death Star’s Trash Compactor

You know, the writer (Joshua Tyree) has a point. Several of them. All brilliant.

For example:

And what of the creature that lives in the trash compactor? Presumably, the creature survives because the moving walls do not extend all the way to the floor of the room, where the liquid is. After all, if the walls reached the floor, the creature would be killed each time trash is compacted. The design employed on the Death Star must allow the organic trash to filter down to the bottom, where the parasitic worm-creature devours it. But what happens when heavier pieces of non-organic trash fall down there? Would such trash not get wedged under the doors, causing them to malfunction? Do stormtroopers have to confront the creature each time they retrieve pieces of un-compacted trash?

Read it at McSweeney's Internet Tendency.

Vid Of The Day: Very Special Episodes

My favorites: Ted Knight trying to act serious and the dead girl in the fridge.

From Jest.

February POTD Roundup

Today's theme: hair.

'Shrooms are a helluva drug.

Two guesses who drank all the wine.

Hair by Body On Tap. Pants by Chess King. Chair by Pier 1.

Fake girl trap set by Wile E. Coyote

I'm hearing Nazareth

Now I'm hearing Spandau Ballet

I bet he shops here.


I never knew hair could do this.

Or this.

Or this. I love how it's always two women together. Nobody wants to look ridiculous alone. "Let's go get our hair done!"

Cindy Lou Magoo

Is this thing on? *tap tap* Hello?

One commenter said she looked like a young Church Lady.

Guy: "I didn't say you could wear my sweater!"

Daisy immortalized this one, in case you missed it.

Nice shirt, Fosse.

Someone cut her own hair, I see.


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