Have you been to the town of Scarfolk in North West England? Probably not, since it doesn’t “exist” — at least not in any tangible sense, and certainly not in the year 2013.
“Scarfolk” is more than a conceptual blogspot project: It’s an intricate fictional reality where the townsfolk are perpetually stuck in the 1970’s, and where “pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever.” Scarfolk has its own literature, government propaganda, paranoid mythology, healthcare system, and even a local Prog Rock band, “Beige.” Be warned: once you begin exploring all the deliciously bizarre nooks and crannies of Scarfolk, you may never be able to leave.
I knew it was gonna happen someday... Here's a Tumblr mash-up of Peanuts comics and Morrissey and The Smiths lyrics, This Charming Charlie. Everyone existentially despondent, severely romantically misunderstood and perpetually hinting at suicide. Embrace your inner Moz and all your well-tuned tragedies, à la Charles Schulz!
At this point, it's difficult to be surprised by the next internet meme. We put fucking bread on cats' faces. Anything's plausible at this point. So when an avalanche of "Harlem Shake" videos popped up yesterday, it wasn't surprising. It certainly was intriguing, though. Here's how every video seems to…
As far as weather goes, rotating supercells are no small talk banality: With their powerful, perpetually spinning mesocyclones or updrafts, they are the least common and most dangerous of all thunderstorms. But this didn't stop photographer/ storm chaser Mike Olbinski from driving through the pinnacle of a supercell near Booker, Texas…
