A photo has been circulating around the internets lately that is equal parts hilarious and tragic. Tragicomic, if you will. It show the uberhöt Megan Fox hurrying along on her way somewhere– no doubt to be seen and thought of as hot by one or more observers. But what’s this I see? What I can only assume is a loved-crazed fan has broken through the crowd and has poured the purity of his affection into an offering: a yellow rose!

The young gentlemen is somewhat portly, and somewhat aesthetically challenged. This effect is heightened as he is juxtaposed with Foxy, who as I may have mentioned, is a smokin’ hot mama. But it is the annoyed look of Fox and the hustling attitude of her handlers that made some call the actress a bitch and the pic a freeze-framed visual definition of cruelty.

Now I think Fox and her entourage were not to blame for this perception. It is pretty clear they are trying to get somewhere and obviously they can’t stop for random strangers who accost them with unknown motives…

But what if the positions were reversed? An incorrigible scalawag on Reddit got hold of the pic and using some photoshop trickery, swapped the subjects’ heads for a joke:

The pics are an awesome display of the perceived value disparities between human and human. Beauty, fame and status are wide gulfs indeed….

The original photo was found here:
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3633752862_d2a463fdca_o.jpg

The photoshopped version was submitted by “sluice” to Reddit.com and the original link is:
http://bayimg.com/image/eabfpaacc.jpg

There is an epidemic sweeping the music world. Singers in concert, with hordes of their fans cheering them on, take a crucial misstep in their careers and literally fall from grace!

Yes, the stage is a very small place indeed, only several square yards, and many an artist, in the throes of either sincere musical expression or affected posturing, lives life dangerously close to the edge.

From former presidential candidate Bob Dole to countless runway models and Miss USAs, it seems pretty clear that no amount of fame can keep you immune from the inexorable strength of that tyranical god–gravity.

Which leads us to the cringe-worthy videos below. I really don’t know why, but it is just hilarious to see famous people falling over!

However hot the girl is or howevermuch street cred the hardened rapper has, they are humanized in these moments which, thanks to modern technology, will steadily (more…)

The world of metal is an odd one, populated by hilariously over the top imagery and sounds.

The vocals of many a death/gore band are a nearly indecipherable string of shrieks, snorts and belches which have earned songs featuring them the derisive nickname of “cookie monster” metal.

Never one to be outdone, the cookie monster himself can be seen in his metal video below

(featuring Bert & Ernie on drums):

A couple of bands have capitalized on these inhuman sounds by handing the vocal duties off to an actual animal! Enter Hatebeak, which I’m guessing is likely the only group in existence that is fronted by a parrot. “Waldo”, a Congo African Gray parrot takes the mic in wing and lets loose a stream of brutal, face melting vocals to a background of speedy guitar and (more…)

So the recession is in full swing, unemployment is skyrocketing, and you can barely scrape together enough to buy a dimebag. Tough times indeed. The whole country seems to have been powerfully hit by financial woes, the only bright side being the increased number of women turning to exotic dancing to pay the bills.

I was at an “End the Fed” rally in LA recently, and I beheld a man burn a dollar bill as a statement of contempt for the the federal reserve system, which may be largely to blame for the country’s downturn.  The whole time, I was wondering two things: first, why wasn’t he burning a c note instead to show even more contempt, and second: how could I snatch away the bill and use it toward the above mentioned dimebag? Unfortunately, the dollar met its crispy end before I could save it from its Libertarian captors, but the incident got me thinking about the use of money as an artistic statement. Enter master tattoo artist Scott Campbell and his astonishing art, etched onto stacks of bills.

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Let’s be honest. The average worker isn’t working every minute he’s on the job. He does take legitimate breaks, but he also stares off into space, shuffles papers around to appear productive, and has an occasional rubber band shootout with a rival department.

But in any case, a company usually pays a worker a fixed salary or hourly wage for the time his body is in the building–a fact which leads to the following awe-inspiring revelation: You can get paid to poop at work!

Well not to poop, but at least while you’re pooping.

This is nothing short of the American Dream.

I ran across this concept in an article which documented one worker’s valiant attempt to “poo against the machine”. By carefully regulating diet and harnessing the power of the human will she managed to make dropping a loaf between 9 and 5 a regular and a most welcome occurrence.

I was really surprised that a website, http://www.workpoop.com exists to aid employees in their endeavors. The site showcases a “poop counter” and “poop pay calculator”  which perform their diabolical calculus and demonstrate the undeniable (more…)