Proven: Muppets are real.
Cat, meet iPad. Kaks’ brain, meet pile o’ goo.
Whether or not you like Google, there is absolutely no doubt that our contemporary culture could not exist without it. Their latest release (notably, on April 1st) will revolutionize the way humans and animals communicate: Google Translate for Animals. Be sure to take a tour of the application to learn more.
For an example of how this ground-breaking technology works, check out this video:
I just hope they leave it up long enough so we can all enjoy it. I love April Fool’s Day.
I hate being that girl who keeps putting animal pictures up here. Because the Fine Taste Emporium is about so much more than funny/adorable animals. It’s about bad pop and other people’s misfortunes.
So I won’t reprint any of these pictures. Partially because I couldn’t choose a favorite – I was pretty sure it’s the giraffe licking the squirrel, but then there’s that sheep mid-prance, or the terrified fish about to die.
But the best part of all is the way the LA Times has been shamelessly honest in titling this section. Yes, LA Times, you are correct. These are Awesome Animal Pictures. Believe me, even you animal skeptics, if you click one link today, make it that one. There is no human way you will regret it.
To celebrate National Puppy Day, I would like to share with you all, the puppy I’ll be celebrating today. My puppy, Dylan:
And, while I agree that its self serving, self aggrandizing, and a little silly to just upload pictures of your dog because you can, I am self-serving, self-aggrandizing and a lot silly. Plus this holiday totally sanctions it. So here’s to Dylan. Again. Twice.
I am so excited. I can’t even tell you. I can’t begin to express… I… I… Well, to fall back on an old one, but this time closer to true: I am so excited about Life I could wet myself.
And no, not my life. My life still consists of dodging seminar reading while quietly driving myself towards a nervous breakdown over my thesis and spending my meager amounts of money on beer and cheese sandwiches. Which is to say that my life remains that of a grad student.
I mean Life as in the show. As in the show by the same people, that BBC/Discovery Dream Team, who brought you Planet Earth, which in one stroke converted untold thousands of couch potatoes, pot heads, and drunk college kids into amateur naturalists. As in the show that made the suggestion of watching birds of paradise mate a perfectly acceptable way to end everything from dates to bachelor parties. The show that led to heated arguments in which people actually screamed things like “NO, Seasonal Forests kick ASS” and magnified my fear of underwater caves to a point of an irrational paranoia that I will somehow, with no explanation whatsoever, wake up in one.
Life premiers this weekend, and all I can say is bring it on. But if I were the headline writer at the New York Times, I would be way, way prouder of what I had to say about Life.
I don’t really even like hamsters (my brother used to drop his on me because I flipped out every time I felt the rodent’s little feet on me). But this design piece is a lovely example of function, design, and a sense of humor all coming together nicely.