24,375 Calories of Awesome Super Bowl Snack Goodness (Thx Holy Taco!)
This may be the greatest thing to happen to Super Bowl parties since the invention of Chex Mix. Congratulations, Holy Taco, for daring to go where no snack food has gone before.
24,375 Calories of Awesome Super Bowl Snack Goodness (Thx Holy Taco!)
This may be the greatest thing to happen to Super Bowl parties since the invention of Chex Mix. Congratulations, Holy Taco, for daring to go where no snack food has gone before.
Posttraumatic Stress Disorder is one of the most debilitating conditions afflicting veterans, accident sufferers, and anybody else who has witnessed something too substantially awful for the human mind to process. But now we have a tool to fight it… Nintendo!
Wait…what?
Okay, so it’s not exclusively Nintendo, but rather the game of Tetris in general that has been proven as a sort of ‘cognitive vaccine’ to the disorder in recent studies. If you, immediately following a traumatic event, whip out some Tetris and organize Commie blocks (instead of doing something more logical like calling the police, praying, or just going to your happy place where adorable penguin waiters serve liquid sunshine in buttercup glasses,) the likelihood of later PTSD flashbacks can be drastically reduced. This is because the brain has limited capacity and finite resources, and so occupying the part of your brain that generates mental images with something innocuous (like Tetris,) instead of something mind-bogglingly awful (like watching your best friend get raped by a Velociraptor,) can effectively do away with one of the worst aspects of PTSD.
In order for the effect to work, however, you have to immediately play the game after a traumatic event for about half an hour… which may make you seem a little callous when your best friend dies face down in the mud for the freedom of this country and you, in response, promptly whip out your Gameboy and start puzzle-solving.
It’s not just Tetris though; the part of your brain responsible for imprinting flashback images is the Visuospatial Recognition Center, and thus any Visuospatial game can do the trick. So feel free to mix it up, because though Tetris is definitely appropriate for the more serious situations, like war and murder, it seems a bit severe for somewhat less harrowing trauma, like walking in on your parents having sex. To deal with situations like that, maybe try something like Puzzle Bobble:
The cutesy dinosaurs and candy-like orbs might provide you with that extra little bit of comfort that helps to get your father’s ‘O-face’ out of your head before it permanently imprints, and you start to involuntarily recall it in other sexual situations. Because suffering from serious PTSD at least implies that you’ve been in some serious shit, and may get you some well-deserved sympathy – but nobody feels bad for the guy that just thinks of his dad every time he gets a boner.
For PTSD resulting from events that you’ve inflicted upon yourself, like trying to emulate Jackass stunts with your jackass friends, try something more like Dr. Mario:
The grating music and infuriating sound effects that accompany those descending viruses which destroy everything you’ve spent the entire game carefully crafting could serve as a suitable reprimand for wounds suffered by virtue of one’s own idiocy.
But perhaps most intriguing here is the way that these studies were conducted: Student volunteers were isolated in rooms where televisions played horrific, graphic scenes of injury and death for a length of time, after which they were allowed a half-hour long break. Some of the students were told to play Tetris during this break, while others were asked to sit quietly and do nothing. After a week, the students returned to report on any flashbacks they may have had, overall feelings of tension and depression, or sleep disruption due to the imagery.
Considering that the nature of these psychological experiments can’t be revealed beforehand for fear of skewed results– that was a pretty intensely fucked up thing for those volunteers to go through. Think about it: You sign up for psych research, thinking you’ll have to guess at hidden playing cards, or feel fruit with a blindfold on, or whatever other bizarre but ultimately harmless thing these tests usually consist of, and instead you get locked in a room watching torture and death, are told to play some Nintendo, and then you return a week later to rate your now-recurring nightmares on a scale of 1 to Life-scarring.
Though the control group (the ones that sat quietly and did nothing,) ultimately suffered more PTSD in the long run, at least the scenario made more sense to them: They were shown some fucked up shit, asked to absorb it, and then report back on how it affected them. They probably just think those scientists are epic dickheads. But the Tetris group? They will now forever puzzle over why, exactly, they were forced to watch graphic torture, told to play some retro video games, and then asked to rate precisely how destroyed their lives now were. They must’ve thought the scientists had long since gone mad, or else Nintendo was just doing market research for a seriously fucked up new version of Tetris.
You can read more from Robert at his own site, I Fight Robots
Barack Obama, politician and occasional messiah, has finally graduated from Almost President But Not Quite. Expectations of his arrival have not only been sky-high among liberals whining “But I want my Change NOOWWW!” but by the current administration as well. Recently Bush, after being apprised on the tumult in Gaza, commented “Oh fuck me…what now? Isn’t that other guy president yet?!”
The people’s thirst for more Obama-related news prior to the inauguration was unquenchable and the media dutifully delivered it. They just weren’t letting the reality of him not doing dick get in the way.
Breaking News: Obama Eats Lunch!
In a dramatic move that has pundits abuzz, Obama has deemed it necessary to eat a meal in the middle of the day. Fox News doesn’t know what this “lunch” business is about, but they’re pretty sure it has something to do with Obama’s ties to Al Qaeda.
“Inside sources suggest he will metabolize this meal and possibly defecate the remainder. Updates to follow”
In fairness, this article was really about Obama eating in public, which certainly would be noteworthy to those in view. It’s also news to his followers that previously believed he subsisted on the fanciful dreams of children while frolicking in Rainbow Land among the unicorns.
Breaking News: The Unofficial Cognac
Of The Inauguration Is Here!
Corporate America knows there is no better way to honor Obama’s message of hope and change than to co-opt it for profit. That’s why Henessey is proud to announce the completely unsanctioned and probably unwelcomed “Official” cognac to celebrate the inauguration.
“Smooth, yet bold. Just like a certain president-elect who won’t return our calls.”
My elite team of booze historians informed me that no cognac, Henessey or otherwise, has ever chosen a presidential candidate to associate themselves with. I don’t know if that means Obama should be honored or if this is part of a clandestine conspiracy to have America equate Barack to SNL’s “Ladies Man”:
“Can I offer you some Courvoisier, Speaker Pelosi?”
Breaking News: Obama Has Opinion On Sports!
Until January 20th, 2009, Obama barely has the executive power to upgrade his cable tv service, let alone affect U.S. policy. That hasn’t stopped him from sounding off on critical matters, such as better justifying college football rankings. In his words, “If I’m Utah, if I’m USC, or if I’m Texas, I may still have some quibbles. And you’ve heard my pitch. That’s why we need a playoff,” he said.
“What are you pussies in Florida afraid of anyway?”
In Obama’s defense, the college presidents’ best argument against a playoff system is “it would take the student-athletes away from their studies for an extended period.” The time to be concerned with Mongo Slaughterson’s academics was probably before you lowered the SAT admission criteria for him and sent him off to the contusion factory.
Breaking News: Being President Is HARD!
As if a crumbling economy and fractured war efforts weren’t enough to haunt Obama, CNN has concerns that unsightly crows feet could likewise plague him in the near future.
Fearing Biden’s wandering eye, President Obama became the first leader of the free world to consider botox injections.
Rapid aging is commonplace with the stressful nature of this job. To combat this phenomenon doctors prescribe adequate rest and regular exercise, but advise against a daily regiment of sloppy hummers from admiring junior staffers. Despite blowjobs kicking the crap out of any multivitamin, that rejuvenation method hasn’t worked out well for Democrats historically.
Breaking News: A Black President Is Historically Relevant!
Vice President Cheney recently met with CNN news during a brief respite from taunting war orphans and choking endangered species. In a show of graciousness that could only be described as offputting, Cheney begrudgingly acknowledged that a America’s first African-American president could be construed as history.
Don’t look directly into the smirk. That’s how he steals your soul.
This unexpected praise, or restatement of the patently obvious, floored Blitzer. At least that’s what Cheney told authorities later when found hunkering over the corpse, greedily devouring Blitzer’s heart. He hates to see good meat go to waste, you see.
Ian Cheesman is astounded by how well Clinton-era BJ humor still works. It’s a legacy all humorists cherish – thanks, Bill. For more jokes about orally servicing world leaders, please visit internetsensation.com.
While I have enjoyed skewering Obama over the election season, I must admit it’s not my favorite thing to do. The problem with making fun of politicians is that partisanship always limits how many people you can offend with it. As a professional smart ass, I demand much more of myself. Luckily, so much wacky shit happened in the world of religion in the last week that I’m pretty certain I’ll be able to conjure some hate from all of you. A boy can dream, right?
Never give up hope!
Fun With Fatwas
Salman Rushdie announced last week that he was preparing to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the fatwa issued for his death for the sacrilegious content of his novel The Satanic Verses. For the uninitiated, a fatwa is an official ruling in Islam, usually issued by religious scholars wishing to clarify why evils like the polio vaccine, unclothed sex, and pokemon are to be scorned. Polio-vaccinated Muslim pokemon having unclothed sex is also forbidden by extension, so make sure they’re wearing socks or some form of lingerie.
Not shown – tiny pokebandages on the inoculation site. I also fuzzed out their genitals.
He indicated he wouldn’t be making a big deal celebrating the anniversary, opting for a quiet dinner with friends in his secret underground bunker at an undisclosed time.
Papal Infallibility Goes Digital
Since the Catholic church’s embrace of Galileo’s heliocentric model of our universe in 1992, it can’t get enough of this crazy "science" stuff. This has led to adopting the technology to create a YouTube channel for Pope Benedict XVI (username: lonelypope16). In his first address he took a moment to warn people of the social dangers of immersion in online media in a vlog entitled "Irony".
Though it hasn’t gone public yet, atom.com has inserted a mole into the Vatican (under the alias Cardinal Shenanigans) that has leaked the Pope’s forthcoming Facebook page:
Caught Red-Hoofed
One of Nigeria’s largest newspapers recently published a story about a car theft intercepted by their police force. Unfortunately, the crime fighters’ diligence was only partially repaid, as one of the two suspects was able to escape by transforming into a goat.
Though this is just a re-enactment, the crime could have happened just like this
This may sound a bit far-fetched, but the belief of black magic is common in more remote, rural areas of Nigeria. It doesn’t help that goats are notorious for gang violence in the region as well.
If brought up on charges, the goat will be tried in a local court of law by a jury of his peers:
It’s worse than you think – these are the goats that were too stupid to get out of jury duty
Scandalous Sex Wasn’t The Scandal
Say what you will about Ted Haggard’s legacy, he certainly set the bar high for Christian sex scandals. These days when the media hears about a new megachurch sex scandal they usually come to find out it’s just a report that Ted actually had a good deal more gay sex than was previously alleged.
Still, even in the wake of Ted’s sexual aftershocks, one runner-up story did emerge last week. A pastor in the Church of Sweden was given a disciplinary warning for his "unacceptable lifestyle" when an internal investigation revealed unsavory details of a recent incident. The incident in question involved the pastor inviting a man over to join he and his wife (also a pastor) for dinner followed by a sauna threesome (or, as the Swedes call it, "dessert"). However, the chlorinated sex chowder was not the cause for concern. The church took offense at the male pastor slamming his wife’s head into the wall when he discovered her deleting pictures of the incident from their digital camera.
The church expressed regret for the pastor’s actions, but moreso for being denied frothy three-way imagery.
Ian Cheesman makes apostasy even more fun over at www.internetsensation.com, just in case you haven’t had your fill.
Krayon recaps the Golden Globes, talks about Obama’s pimp new ride, and explains how we can all enjoy younger looking armpits. Get into it!
We don’t really know what these “Academy Awards” are, but we’re pretty sure no one cares about them. The event everyone is talking about this year is The Streamy Awards: a celebration of excellence in web television. By now you’ve probably noticed that we have a few original series here on Atom that kick all sorts of ass. What better way to demonstrate your love for your favorite Atom series than by nominating it for a Streamy!
Nominations close Friday January 23, 2009 at 11:59 PM (PST) so hurry up and get yours in!
You can only nominate one series per category, so choose wisely! If you’re feeling overwhelmed, we are happy to help.
Perhaps Stickman Exodus is your favorite Comedy Web Series, with its simple yet effective portrayal of the stabbing, hanging, maiming and disembowling of innocent stick figures. Maybe the subtle comedic stylings of Tom Lenk in Border Patrol inspire you to nominate him for Best Comedic Actor. Or perhaps Brit McAdams’ skillfully crafted awkwardness in Great Moments in Human Interaction is more favorable to your discerning palate of comedy writing. You might enjoy Sandeep Parikh’s direction of Legend of Neil, which taught us all important lessons about racial tolerance and casual sex with fairies.
Go ahead, we’ve got plenty of series to choose from. Nominate them for a Streamy, and make the world a better place.
So you think you’ve got the holidays all figured out? Joy, thanks, celebration, charity – throw in a little rum and some gravy – maybe take a swing at your step-dad, and call it a year. No surprises here, right? Wrong. Because the Messiah is finally back! It’s just not our messiah. The upside is that somebody’s experiencing the second coming of Jesus this year, the downside? It’s the sharks.
Scientists at a Virginia aquarium have confirmed that a female Blacktip shark has given birth to a pup with absolutely no male genetic material present. The female had not encountered a male in over eight years when the sweet baby Shark Jesus was born, making it truly and verifiably a “virgin birth.” And, though this kind of thing has been reported once before, this is the first time we’ve actually been able to confirm it…because the first one was promptly eaten by other Sharks mere moments after being born. So it’s safe to assume that Shark Jesus isn’t here to fuck around, because as rough as the human Christ had it in his short time here on earth, at least the three wise men didn’t follow the Christmas star for two months just to eat him the second he emerged from the womb.
A good chunk of the soon-to-be-written Shark Gospels can pretty much stay the same as in our bible, but this new, more terrifying savior doesn’t exactly seem the forgiving type, so the Sermon on the Mount, at least, is going to need some revising. Here are some suggestions:
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of my guts. Blessed are those who mourn, for there will be a shit-ton of them pretty quick. Blessed are the meek, for they are really easy to catch. Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account, for I will leap up to 25 vertical feet out of the water and eat them if they are within 25 vertical feet of the water.
You have heard that it was said to those of ancient times, ‘You shall not murder’; and ‘whoever murders shall be liable to judgment.’ But I say to you that if you are angry with a brother or sister, eat them. Everything is food.
Come to terms quickly with your accuser while you are on the way to court with him, or your accuser may turn out to be Roy Scheider, and he may throw an oxygen tank into your mouth, and may shoot that oxygen tank, and your head may explode. That guy is a dick.
If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away; it is better for you to lose one of your members than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. Your leg is also incredibly sinful, especially that thick part of your thigh right towards the top. Get rid of that shit. Throw it in the water.
You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you, “so what? I have protective film over my eyes and like seven hundred teeth. They’ll grow back in a day.
Do not judge, so that you may not be judged. For with the judgment you make you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get. Why do you see the speck in your neighbor’s eye, but do not notice the log in your own eye? Or you can say to your neighbor, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ and then while he’s looking up and waiting for you to do it, you can bite him in the chest and then thrash around.
Everyone then who hears these words of mine and acts on them will be like a wise man who actually brought a bigger boat, and when the rain fell, and the floods came, and I bumped against it, it would not fall, because it was a reasonably sized vessel. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not act on them will be like a foolish man who stands right next to the mirror pool, and makes a really long speech about how he’s going to kick some ass, but then I eat him about halfway through and it is hilarious.
So, aside from those few quick edits (and maybe changing the seventh commandment to read “thou shalt not be Richard Dreyfuss,”) everything should be pretty much the same for you, Shark Jesus. Expect your time here to be much like your human analogue: Short, filled with strife, and relatively bloody. But if you don’t want to get overshadowed, I’d get a move on; I hear the reincarnation of Buddha is going to the Grizzlies, and there’s been some rather disturbing talk of an “emerging Snake Pope.”
You can read more from Robert at his own site, I Fight Robots
History was made today, as America inaugurated her very first non-Morgan-Freeman black president, and the sense of optimism in the air is palpable. But it is that same optimistic air that could well poison this presidency before it even gets off the ground. It’s a classic pitfall: In order to win the race, Obama had to create a hype machine so powerful that it could overcome not only political bias, but inherent prejudice as well, (his advertising team literally had to out-market racism, and racism was an already established household brand, like the Sara Lee of hating minorities.)
First, don’t shy away from repeating campaign promises in your speeches, but do repeat them in a sarcastic tone. This will let you be in on the joke that is the ridiculously high bar set for you. Try saying something like:
“I have promised that we will end the war in Iraq post-haste, and we will… we’ll just bring those troops right home on the magical rainbow puppy bridge!”
Second, always offer up a high five to your introducer, making absolutely sure that he or she does not reciprocate. Nobody will hold the attempted five against you, but the mixture of pity and awkwardness that pervades being ‘left hanging,’ will work strongly in your favor when you fail to turn the national deficit into a flock of beautiful doves that fly away into the pollution-free sunset.
Third, be sure to pepper all speeches with blame-shifting reminders. Refresh everybody’s memory about how all of the trials currently facing your presidency were set up by the previous administration. This shouldn’t be too hard, seeing as how the last administration stopped just shy of accidentally killing a unicorn and bringing on eternal night in their progressively epic fuck-ups.
Finally, always wear sunglasses. You know you look damn good in sunglasses, Mr. President. You look like Black Neo from the Political Matrix – use it. People will forgive virtually any mistake made by a good-lookin’ man in power. Just look at the last guy: If Bush didn’t have that “aw, shucks,” smile and those Clint-Eastwood-haggard good looks, well, you wouldn’t be so fucked coming into your own presidency, would you? I mean, look at Nixon – that guy looked like a cross between The Penguin and some buttcheeks, and he got called out on everything.
You?
You’re like the black Don Draper. You keep lookin’ good, and when some of your promises fall short despite your best efforts, the American public will shrug and say “Universal Health what now? I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention; I was too busy watching President Dimples woo the Press Corps by shredding the rad.”
Read more from Robert at his own website, I Fight Robots, where you can puzzle over more hopeleslly outdated slang like “gleaming the cube,” and “bodacious.”
The end is nigh for dear ol’ Dubya, and all the internets have gathered to celebrate and reflect upon the wealth of comedy he has bestowed upon us. Take Atom’s hand as we gently guide you through the latest Bush LOLs.
Face to Bush
Our Face to Bush series premieres three new exclusive exit interviews with the soon to be Ex Prez in which a few presidential secrets are accidentally divulged, and new Bushisms are coined! If that’s not enough for you, we’ve devoted an entire channel to the man over at Farewell Dubya.
Top 10 Dumbest Bush Moments
Spike has compiled a collection of Bush’s Dumbest Moments in 10 easily digestible videos. How convenient! Head on over and watch G.W. swear at Tony Blair, massage the German Chancellor and dance like a crazy bear lost in a swamp!
Jon Stewart’s Dubya
We’ve seen many Bush impersonators over the years – some good, some bad – but none quite as awful as Jon Stewart. His terrible Bush rendition has touched the hearts of many, and will be missed. Here’s a look back at 8 years of Jon’s Dubya, courtesy of The Daily Show.
Dick Cheney: The Game!
Hey, did everyone forget about Dick Cheney? He’s leaving the White House too, and yeah, we’ll kind of miss him. Relive Dick’s VP years with Comedy Central‘s flash game Cheney’s Descent (Caution: may be habit-forming).
Obama Speech Generator
Finally (until 20 seconds from now when the internet barfs up something new), we invite you to become an Obama speechwriter with our Inauguration Speech Generator. We know you’ll “hope” and “change” the crap out of it.
The last installment told you about death-ray firing shrimp, snake-jawed marsupials, and flying snakes. Apparently, that’s just how Mother Nature warms up, and all those other animals were merely the foreword to her encyclopedia of terror. Here are five more animals so disturbing you’ll declare war on the outside world.
Giant Humboldt Squid
The Giant Humboldt Squid averages about 6 feet long and 200 pounds, but have been found at heights up to 14 feet long and weighing over seven-hundred pounds. They’re more commonly known as the Red Demon Squid, and that name does not have a backstory that needs explaining: They are usually red, and they are fucking demons. Their tentacles are lined with around 1,200 individual sucker disks, each one in turn lined with around 25 razor-sharp teeth, giving them a grand total of 30,000. They’re incredibly aggressive, hunt in packs, use stealth tactics to capture prey, and display remarkable intelligence. Basically, they’re modern-day underwater Velociraptors.
With 10 legs.
And 1200 fucking mouths.
And they hate you – oh god do they hate you.
They’re known as man-eating squid, and that’s not hyperbole. They don’t eat people rarely, like an accident; they do it all the damn time, like a hobby. They live in the Sea of Cortez, and nearly every local fisherman knows somebody who’s fallen overboard to be devoured by these things within moments. Which officially makes Sea of Cortez fisherman the worst job on earth: Sure, you can lose a hand doing construction, or be blinded working with chemicals, but what other profession considers a good day to be one when nobody gets wrapped in a blanket of carnivorous mouths and hauled off into the depths by monsters?
Shocking Pink Dragon Millipede
Aw…what are you doing here, little guy? Did you get lost? This is a list for horrible, scary animals – not just weird little dudes. You say you look like a French tickler for elves? You’ve got a point there, I suppose, but I still don’t think you belo- oh, you shoot cyanide? What? Like, the poison? You fire cyanide out from your tiny pink sex toy body? Well, why didn’t you say so earlier? Pull up a chair! Make yourself at home.
This is the Shocking Pink Dragon Millipede, only recently found in the Greater Mekong region. It manufactures and fires hydrogen cyanide, which is an extremely poisonous, acidic substance that boils slightly above room temperature and smells of bitter almonds. It’s particularly strange for a creature of its size, because it lives right out in the open – not hiding in shrubs or trees. It just sits out there, garish as hell, daring anything to come near it so it can shoot boiling, poisonous acid at them. You can’t tell me that’s an accident; it knows what it’s doing. That’s like a guy dressing up in drag, heading out to Compton, and then hurling hand grenades at anybody that looks at him sidelong. This thing is not out there defending itself, it’s out there looking for trouble, and may God help your face if you’re what it finds.
Ajolote
The Ajolote, also known as the Mole Lizard, is a burrowing lizard that lives mostly in Mexico. It’s disturbing because it only has front legs, which are useful for a tunneling creature, but lacks the back legs which are relatively pointless for something that lives largely underground…and it also resembles something. Something uh, disturbing I guess? Something….look, do I have to spell it out?
It’s disturbing because it is a giant crawling penis with tiny clawed hands, okay? That’s why it’s here alongside poison-firing condoms and Cthulu-like monstrosities; because a living severed penis with tiny, near-human arms is so god damn disturbing it would give Freud nightmares, and that guy saw penises everywhere. He was like the penis-seeing version of the kid from the Sixth Sense, and even he would have to admit this thing is pretty fucked up right here.
Emerald Cockroach Wasp
The Emerald Cockroach Wasp is mostly native to the Pacific islands and Southeastern Asia, and it’s unique in that it is a brightly colored, solitary wasp with a complex, paralytic venom. It is also unique in that is a master of the undead that utilizes intricate stings, poisons, and amputation to achieve mind control of another species in order to birth its babies within their still-living bodies.
When it comes time for the female wasp to lay her eggs, she finds a roach and stings it in a precise spot in the ganglia to reversibly paralyze its front legs, then stings it in a different spot to disable the escape reflex. She then chews off half the roach’s antennae, and uses the stubs to lead the zombified roach around like a dog on a leash until they reach her burrow where she lays her eggs in its stomach, and buries it alive. The lobotomized roach then rests quietly while the baby inside of it hatches, and proceeds to systematically eat the roach’s internal organs in a specific order that keeps it alive until the very end, at which point the new wasp finishes hollowing out the shell and emerges.
Basically, it’s part Ridley Scott’s Alien, part Heinlein’s Puppet Master, and part Dungeons and Dragons’ Necromancer. She surgically alters her prey with poison and forms it into a zombie all to let her babies hollow out its still-living internal organs. Man…just like a woman, am I right, fellas?!
Side Note: If you actually agreed with that statement, then you know horrifying, unearthly women and should phone the authorities immediately.
Deep Sea Frilled Shark
This creature was, until recently, thought to be extinct. Probably because that’s what the marine biologists really hoped was true when they found the fossils of a 7-foot long half snake, half shark. Upon discovery, I would assume something like that was long since dead too, if only so I could sleep at night without the aid of eight fingers of bourbon and a panic room.
The scientists were wrong though, as they saw when the sharks started occasionally popping up in the nets of deep-sea trawlers. These bizarre creatures were always brought up dead, which is a fortunate fact that could have gone a long way toward proving the existence of a kind and merciful God…except that one was recently filmed alive off the waters of Japan. They supposedly live all around the world, but it was only first encountered in Japanese waters because, as Godzilla taught us, that’s where all good monsters come from. If you never thought you’d live to see a shark fucking slither at you, you might want to watch this video:
If you did think you’d see this day, then congratulations! You are H.P. Lovecraft, and if you’re reading this blog, then you’ve beaten death! Good for you! For the rest of you, here’s an adorable moonwalking bird, so you can go back to pretending that nature doesn’t actively hate you:
And may God have mercy on your souls.
You can read more from Robert at his own site, I Fight Robots
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