ALERT RAGNAR!!! RAGNAR ATTENTION PLEASE!!!!
A while ago you posted a video that was 10 minutes long of the same like half second clip of something about carpets.

I am in DIRE NEED OF THIS.
DIRE.NEED.

some people throw in one clip that's upside down or one that's all weird colors but screw that

the clicky noise changes sometimes THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE

there's also a video about carpets too but it's not 5 minutes and doesn't repeat

also wtf is minecraft is it just designed for obsessive-compulsives or what. I'm guessing it's like legos except you get as many blocks as you could possibly ever want. That sort of thing did exist before though didn't it because I always imagined that as a little kid but haha maybe it was better when it didn't exist

Edit: Is there any like videogame equivalent of real world faggotry where people in Gary's Mod or something compete to make the tallest free-standing structure I say Gary's Mod because you would need some sort of physics for this to be impressive

That sort of thing did exist before though didn't it because I always imagined that as a little kid but haha maybe it was better when it didn't exist

i had lego creator as a kid, that's basically what it was.  i also had lego island, good memories

edit: i think lego is making some sort of kids mmo right now btw, they're doing some sort of thing like that at least because i was reading their job listings once and they were looking for people for this kind of project

here are some more minecraft pictures.



two mcdonalds arches overlooking a castle in progress on the furry server. the arches were on opposite ends of the map and were so huge they could be seen no matter where you were.



here's a conversation that i thought was pretty funny.



the same conversation but uncropped. even though the rest of the conversation isn't that interesting, i like this picture better because i like to imagine that it's bart simpson's giant head that congratulated them on the murder of millions of jews during world war 2. it gives you a better scope of what i had done to their server.



apparently the furry server was hacked or griefed or something and they decided they wanted to start a new one entirely. that really sucked because i had built like 6 mcdonalds arches and a ton of other crazy shit. this is the first thing i built on the new server. it's tommy pickles trapped in a crib. he wants to get out! the person examining it from the sky is the guy who runs the server.



here's another shot of tommy and a massive mcdonalds arch i built. it is by far the largest (and most ambitious) golden arch i built. unfortunately they destroyed it and i think they're getting pretty tired of me. you can also see on the bottom left a statue that jamicus made of his neighbor. get me from crib.



here's a big reebok sign i made yesterday after they took down my mcdonalds arch.



they built a ton of awful stuff yesterday. the reebok sign is the first thing you see when you log onto the server.

i also went around putting bookshelves in the side of the mountain after they told me they'd ban me if i put up another mcdonalds arch. i wanted to make something that would be hard to find but also fairly lasting; they'll be finding hidden bookshelves in the mountain for months. i made about 40 before they told me to stop.

update: bad news guys... just logged onto the server. looks like it's been griefed. i couldn't see much because i was stuck in this prison, but i could see from the window that the reebok sign was illegible and tommy's head had been destroyed, along with a ton of other stuff that the furries had made. what kind of person would deface a reebok billboard?

we're definitely less funny



we join servers and build penises


there's also another server where we built genitalia, a dragon and nazi propaganda

though the nazi idea was already there

we also somehow became ops

oh man that pacman one was so good

yeah chef boyardee's is more of a chef boyardee sense of humor penises anybody can do

Someone post in my spotify topic goddamit!

that's all they should play

man Jane and the Dragon is uncanny as fuck

here's the bart room. the naked guy standing in front of the huge bart statue is drule.



bart's a muslim and so are a lot of the people in springfield actually.



two barts are better than one ;)



make that three barts! note the serbian flag motif.



not appropriate, bart.

michael kupperman found some guys collection of old pulp magazines and put the covers up on his website here. They're pretty great.

lesbian nympho prison breaks?  sweeeeeet

i love pulp magazines/books.  i think the next time i go to the flea market i am going to see if i can find some, their books tend to be 90% romance novels anyway so there's a good chance i could find some.  their covers are good enough on their own, but i've always wanted to actually read one.

edit: also nazis

I don't think they could live up to the titles. There's a certain cadence to really good horrible pulp headlines. I SLAUGHTERED THE BLOOD-HUNGRY SHE-APES OF MADAGASCAR! CONFESSIONS OF A DEATH-CRAZED MANEATER! They never caught on over here I think so the flea-market books we have are like damp british thrillers about jockeys or something.

it's the rattlesnake




this is a view from deep inside the rattlesnake's digestive system

"And this is where we ship the ballbearings off to be used" finished Bill calmly.
"Sounds good" interjected Reg Wally "but whats the curvature of those ballbearings?"
"440 cm, industry standard" piped up Phillip. He and Bill exchanged a short nod. It had been six years since they had inherited their late father's ballbearing factory, and they were now as versed as they could be. After the business with Sir Borkley last summer*, they felt there was nothing that could throw them off.
"Hmm" begrudged Wally, a slick uptown american looking to place an order. Bill and Phillip both had high hopes for this deal but would be damned if they would kowtow for a yank. They exchanged cautious glances. "Standard is fine, but with hollow-axle work these could-"
"But hollow-axles chip in high winds, and would double your production costs. A solid ballbearing will get you where you need to go" Phillip replied immediately. Bill was impressed. Phillip was always the "kid" of the family, getting into scrapes and mischeif, but the responsibility of the factory had made him a man. Or maybe that was his new fiancee, he chuckled. Phillip was marrying the Countess of Marle in the Spring, after a long and torrid courtship: the Countess, a voluptuous thirtysomething, kept Phil on a fairly tight leash! He turned back to Wally, and prepared to seal the deal.

"Well, how was that?" chirruped Phil. They'd sold Wally easily on the deal, guaranteeing a steady cash flow during the autumn that was always particularly harsh for the ballbearing industry.
"Hmmph, you're getting better" groused Bill. He hated to admit it, but he was. Bill felt a tinge of jealosy at this newfound prowess, but rejected it quickly. He was a large, stolid man of forty-two, given to introspection and tending his garden, and envy was not in his nature. Besides, it was obvious that Phillip idolised his older brother; Bill had once heard Phil describe him as "the best head in the ballbearing business", which meant a lot to the taciturn Bill.
"Come on then, let's go. Back to the factory, let's check up on our new forman shall we?" Bill finished. They got into his sensible Honda and pulled onto the main road. It was a fulltime job in the ballbearing industry, but the brothers both knew they wouldn't have it any other way.

* see "The Brothers Ballbearing: Swan's Fall"

Hank wrapped his muscular hands around the cold miniature propane tank and guided his favourite propane accessory between his royal hills