Freedom of Choice, Catholic edition

I was recently in the bathroom at an all-girl Catholic school (don’t ask) and I saw this vending machine. My first thought was “Holy Cow! They’re selling condoms at a Catholic school?!?!” Then I realized that the only choice these girls get to make is pads vs. tampons. Go girl! You got a choice! We’re pro-choice up in here! What’s that? You don’t need any tampons or pads? You haven’t needed them for a few months? Aww, heck. Choice? Well…uh…yeah about that. You had a choice, but now that you actually need to make one, there isn’t one, really. But hey, good luck with that baby!

This guy is my hero. I was once spotted on a Jumbotron. I was at a White Sox game one cold autumn day with my buddy Commissioner Cool. They started up the fan cam and I told Comm. Cool that if we got on it we had to start picking our noses. Not 20 seconds later, there we were, on the big ass screen in center field. “Pick your nose! Pick your nose!” I screamed. A collective “Ugggh!” could be heard from the crowd. Picking my nose in front of 30,000 people on a giant television remains, to this day, one of my greatest accomplishments.

The Space Game is a space-based RTS involving building up a mining base while holding back enemies.

Earlier levels see mining asteroids being the main priority, while later on surviving wave after wave of incoming attackers in the number one concern. It’s simple but very polished, with a number of different modes to choose from and a variety of baddies heading your way. I seriously played this so-called “causal” game for about 5 hours in one sitting. It’s pretty close to perfect. 

Play it at the Casual Collective

[via Indy Games]

I just got done watching the Ween Live At The Cat’s Cradle DVD [$16, cheap]. It’s pretty amazing.

The DVD captures the lo-fi beginnings of the duo circa 1991. Each video is either them performing live in a small  basement, pre-recorded in a basement video session, or during the recording sessions of pure guava.

Watching them at their youngest I realize that the band was genius from the get-go, go. man. The amount of talent is by far, out matched by their passion. I haven’t ever seen someone in their early twenties look so closed to zit-faced adolescent and so confident in their shitty glam rock cover of hard metal wannabe, backed by a rigid drum track.

The casual banter and back and forth is present in their early incarnate. I can only believe that by looking at the past, we can predict more creative plateaus from the pair.

Mandatory for ween fans, highly recommended for music aficionados, discouraged for the non-adventurous.