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Owen and Mzee. Then came Owen and Me.
So a guy I know said that a guy he knows told him about this website that he found like 10 years ago while just "surfing the web" back when that meant finding things without Google. Anyway, this guy, the friend of a friend, is still talking about this site, which is now only on some mirror. And now my friend is showing it to everyone he knows. But: 10 years! That's a long time to still be talking about some link you found while screwing around at work in the 90s. The reason why may what you see when you click on Tiger (Master Gold Edition).
Since I set up a google alert to "pandas +pygmy," I have been waiting for this news. Finally, proof of what I always knew must exist -- paleo-pygmy bite-size pandas:
The pygmy panda was about three feet (1 meter) long, compared to the modern giant panda at up to 6 feet (2 meters) long.
The creature lived in a moist, lowland tropical forest habitat that had bamboo as a dominant plant, the researchers said. It lived alongside two remarkable extinct creatures: the elephant-like Stegodon and the largest ape ever, Gigantopithecus, 10 feet (3 metres) tall and weighing up to 1,000 pounds (450 kg).
Video games are probably not art yet. Although some artworks are video games. I've never heard of this artist, but she has made a statement about the essence of Gyruss. And Qix. And Tempest. And therefore, the modern condition?
As if that wasn't enough, she also turned a scrambler ride into a spirograph.
Since they have Zach Galafianakis as a contributor:
When you first find love it makes you skip to the post office or wink at a German shepherd. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you will do both at the same time. You have met a person who shares your love for Rufus Wainwright and you wonder how the light and your love have coordinated a meeting to illuminate her so perfectly.
But after a while, out of nowhere, she’s clipping her toenails and eating a corn dog at the same time and it makes you wonder what the motherfuck happened. The laughter is replaced with discussions of pubic hair on the soap—even the liquid soap. You’ll find yourself asking things like, “Why do you like Lou Dobbs so much?”
But the flash interface on this tour through Frans Lanting's pictures are very nifty.