H/T to matt-t for this.
If there are two things that go together on the Internet like cats and pizza—it’s cats and friggin’ pizza!
The latest treat from Japan is a website announcing the grand opening of Pizza Cat!,a Pizza Hut restaurant apparently run entirely by cats. The campaign is rolling out as tiny “episodes” of each “employee” cat doing jobs like delivering pizzas, cleaning the floors and managing the money. The results are pretty hilarious, bordering on totally absurd.
We’re not quite sure of the actual point of it all, but according to the translation of the YouTube page, “Pizza Cat! Store is a fictional store.” Shocking, I know, but it’s great anyway.
Check out the official Pizza Cats! grand opening announcement, followed by the many episodes of feline frivolity. (click through to see the videos)
via It Looks Like Pizza Hut in Japan Is Now Totally Being Run by Cats | Adweek)
Here comes the first transgender sitcom -
Back in April, the pilot’s star Rebecca Root – who began her gender transition eleven years ago and has been confirmed for series – wrote, “I knew my acting career could possibly evaporate when I became Rebecca. It seemed worth it; as long as I was happy in my body, I could be happy in my work, whatever that might be…. That’s where the Trans Comedy Award and the BBC took such a positive step to promote the trans identity. Here, finally, was a chance for a trans character – possibly even played by a trans actor – to shine in a lead role.” On the show, she says, when she does the “big reveal” about her identity over dinner on their first date, Leo “quietly processes the information and then just gets on with the meal. ‘Would you like a starter?’ he asks. No questions about her body. No inappropriate comments about the toilet. Just so.”
mightequinn said: BRO WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THIS BEHAVIOR (BEHAVIOUR) CLAUSE. Why would you not want a striker lighting his house on fire with fireworks???
Quinn, I FUCKING KNOW. But let’s be honest, every team wants Mario Balotelli’s skills on the pitch, but nobody wants Mario Balotelli’s performance art show. WHy? Because Soccer, like any other sport, is controlled by conservative dildos who treasure the appearance of authority. Balotelli is a Black Italian man with a Mohawk, and that’s easily the least weird part about him. He’s a possible agent of chaos, and you can imagine that an old fuddy duddy team like Liverpool wants to establish their authority ahead of time. If shit doesn’t work out, they want to recoup as much money as they can.
I bet Suarez factors into this as well. Rodgers got burned by Suarez twice, and he doesn’t want the same “off the field issues” fucking him over again. THIS SUCKS THOUGH because Balotelli is delightfully odd, not a cannibalistic flopping sociopath.
Frankly, I don’t like it. I understand, I’m sure Balotelli understands, but it’s not a good introduction to your new work place. “Hey, welcome to the team! Also, don’t be a fucking weirdo or we’ll fine the shit out of you.” If my job fined me everytime I did something odd, Id be in debt by the afternoon.
I have the Simpsons on and heard the famous Troy McClure line then twoyellows mentioned on Twitter that he missed Phil Hartman. So now I’m posting this. (click to see it bigger)
Remote-Controlled Moths Are Coming ... to the Rescue? -
Scientists can now control the movement of “biobot” moths and the applications could go far beyond saving your sweaters.
(this is pretty wild)
Honestly Cosmo, I came out to have a good time and I’m feeling so attacked right now.
Not to be all “actually” about this but ACTUALLY those pants appear to use a drawstring, not elastic, and if you’re still taking the effort to literally tie pants to your body to make sure that they stay there for as long as you want, I think you’re doing OK.
I’m doing OK and I haven’t tied anything to my body in ages. Literal ages.
To add: When you’re making a ton of effort at work, sometimes the last thing you may want to do is make a huge effort when you get home. The efforting reserve has been drained.
(Source: simply-gypsy, via keepingtrackofnothing)
"It’s real sassy." - Bubbles
(Source: robotindisguise, via keepingtrackofnothing)
Hail Nicki, conspicuous witch, most emphatically unfake motherfucking monster, potion-mixtress, channeler of the feared dragon of the dungeon, serpent-enchantrix.
Nicki, Mirage-Maker, a hundred Sightless dunces can’t tell you nothing. May all those who see fit to offer you only the brine of the pickled cucumber find their arrogance turns to acid in their veins.
For it is true. We have heard about Nicki Minaj. When you are assertive, you are a witch.
Oh, hey, I almost forgot that my first Persephone post in a million years is up today.
One of Kelsium’s life missions - everyone will read Mrs. Pollifax!