Go Terk Yourself

do it now

I Pity The Unicorn

Mr. T and a unicorn

Flaming Lips Gummi Skull

Some new Flaming Lips tracks that, apparently, were once encased in gummy skulls [via Some Kind of Awesome]:

Drug Chart:

In Our Bodies, In Our Heads:

Walk With Me:

Hilary’s Time Machine Machine:

Happy Easter

Fight For Your Right Revisited

Watching it is slightly inconvenient but The Beastie Boys’ Fight For Your Right Revisited is out [AudioPerv via Pitchfork via AVClub]:

Netflix Subtitles

Netflix is adding subtitles to more streaming content:

In the US, more than 3,500 TV episodes and movies have subtitles available, representing about 30% of viewing. (This is in addition to the subtitles already available “burned in” to the picture for all non-English content.) More subtitles are being added every week, and we expect to get to 80% viewing coverage by the end of 2011 (with similar goals for Canada).

They also have a new page that lists all subtitled streaming movies and television shows.

Conspiracy!

Just another victory for the global vaccine conspiracy to poison children:

Federal law protects pharmaceutical companies from lawsuits by parents who claim that vaccines harmed their children, the Supreme Court ruled Tuesday.

The court ruled 6 to 2 that going before a special tribunal set up by Congress is the only way parents can be compensated for the negative side effects that in rare instances accompany vaccinations.

Digeridoo

Digeridoo

In A Cab

in a cab:

The driver says to me, “I’d kiss my wife every morning if she’d let me!” He’s got a sweet laugh. A small guy, bundled against the cold. He touches his chin. “In fact this morning I told her this was her last chance to kiss my smooth cheek until summer. I’m gonna grow a beard to keep warm. Never had a beard before but I gotta do something, I freeze in these cars.”

Addison Groove Project

There doesn’t appear to be a decent scan of the cover of Addison Groove Project’s eponymnous debut album anywhere on the interwebs, so I made one:

The Girl Who Fixed The Umlaut

The New Yorker has a fantastic parody of Stieg Larsson’s (translated) writing style:

There was a tap at the door at five in the morning. She woke up. Shit. Now what? She’d fallen asleep with her Palm Tungsten T3 in her hand. It would take only a moment to smash it against the wall and shove the battery up the nose of whoever was out there annoying her. She went to the door.