While I was browsing the interwebs for work today, I came across this video about two Chinese brothers who make musical instruments out of bok choy, sweet potatoes, leeks and more:
Apparently, they are partial to playing songs by the Bee Gees and Korn. Hah.
So that’s amazing, yeah? I would agree, except for the fact that the Vienna Vegetable Orchestra has been doing this since 1998:
In case you’re wondering, the orchestra cooks all its instruments in a big soup to serve to the audience following every performance. Nice in theory, but kind of gross if you think about all the spit that’s blown into the “woodwind” veggies.
Doesn’t matter. I still want a pan flute made out of leeks and carrots.
I don’t (usually) make it a point to openly ogle male celebrities, but I saw something funny on Slate.com that definitely needed a mention. Being a fan of meat cut charts in general, I just had to click on it. As you can see, this very informative article, complete with an interactive meat chart, rates certain hot male celebrities as if they were cuts of beef. Degrading to men? Maybe. Entertaining? Supremely so. I admit that I’m a little out of the loop, as I’m not quite sure who Chris Hemsworth is or why he’s famous, but I was mostly amused by the writers’ use of meat cuts and grades as metaphors for hunky Hollywood actors. Very clever, if not sexist.
I like my men like I like my steaks: Rare and well-seasoned. Needless to say, my husband would be a hanger steak, which is my favorite cut because, in my humble opinion, it’s the best-tasting of the bunch. Aww.
The word “beefcake,” however, brings to mind another kind of dude who’s just as entertaining to watch. Although he’d be graded “unfit for consumption:”
For that broke-ass friend who has everything but a job, a clean record, fewer than five kids and a house that’s not on wheels, nothing says “I care” like a Ghetto Basket:
Apparently, the selection changes based on what falls off trucks around the ‘hood, but for the low, low price of $20.99, you can pretty much count on getting the following:
Noodles in a cup
Plastic commemorative plate
Cassette or VHS tape
I don’t know what’s more awesome, its contents or the fact that it’s wrapped up in a foil turkey pan and newspaper. Even better is that for just $5 more, you can get the “Ghetto Fabulous” basket, which contains exactly the same stuff as the original Ghetto Basket, but has a foil bow. Fo’ shizzle.
This confirms my suspicions all along: Red cod really are all morons.
(Taken at the local 99 Ranch supermarket in Irvine, CA. Why go to China to read Engrish when you can find it in your own backyard?)
Happy Bastille Day, mes cheries: