This is the teaser for Volkswagen’s Super Bowl commercial. Outside of the the beaver saving the motorist commercial, the best ad from 2011 was easily the “kid Vader” one Volkswagen put out. This might beat it:

We met this tiny pile of cute last week on the street near our optometrist and have been fostering her while we wait for her spaying appointment and try to find her a new home. She looks a lot like our cat Oliver, so we’ve thought about naming her Olivia, but I’m trying to hold off on actually calling her that to prevent her from getting confused once she leaves for her forever-home. She’s awesome, and I’ll be posting more pix and video of her in the coming weeks!

Enjoy the holiday, everyone!

Pardon my French, but sh*t like this makes me want to cut a b*tch:

(Via Daily Picks And Flicks)

Typically I try to not let my home life bleed into these posts too much — I am boring, Japanese robots are not. But the other night after I was done working, I laid down on the bed and Oliver just made a bee-line for my arm, and well…this happened:

Bliss complete.

Have a great weekend, guys! And for those of you mid-Atlantic folks still trying to shore up your holiday shopping, you could do a lot worse than stopping by my booth at the Punk Rock Flea Market in Philly on Sunday! I’ll have free stuff like comics, candy & stickers waiting for you, plus event-only deals on shirts, belts, bags & more! Not too shabby for a meager $3 entry donation, eh?

THE PUNK ROCK FLEA MARKET-DOME
461 N. 9th St.
Philadelphia, PA 19123

Also, in case you missed it: my very own Whale Trip tee was featured quite prominently all over this week’s episode of ABC’s Modern Family! Alex Dunphy knows what’s up; do you?

Mind-grapes liquified into mind-jelly:

Structurally-sound bridges are optional, and pizza is now a vegetable: we humans can’t seem to agree on ANYthing. Meanwhile, birds and dogs are communicating without speech and benefitting from one another symbiotically.

Come on, guys! These two get it—why can’t we?

(Via Daily Picks And Flicks)

You know what would make a classic album cover better? Replacing the humans depicted on them with kittens. Thank goodness amyvisuals rectified this problem with The Kitten Covers!

From Bowie to Ol’ Dirty Bastard to the Velvet Underground, amyvisuals does a great job of selecting worthy albums for inclusion in the series and then pretty seamlessly Photoshopping the kittens into the cover images with the same picture quality as the originals, from the back-lit graininess of Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits Vol. I to the stark, crisp clarity of New Order’s Low-Life!

(Via Flavorwire.com, by way of Chris [who is not actually a fan of kittens]!)

File under “Adorable”: This was submitted to Daily Picks and Flicks last week with the caption “After not seeing my dog for five months, I Skyped with him last night. My mom sent me this picture after we disconnected.”

Meredith has been on my case for over a year to buy or develop a kitty phone so we can keep in touch with Oliver when we’re out of town (Bigby is a bitey jerk who’s only here for the free food—we’re pretty sure he hates us), but Skype seems like a better method thanks to the video capability.

(Via Daily Picks and Flicks)

Things at the MDSPCA have been a bit up in the air the last few months, at least as far as the foster program goes, as they’ve transitioned from one foster coordinator to another. But happily I got the call yesterday, and am excited to introduce you all to our newest temporary tenants:

As per usual, the provided names left much to be desired; these two girls are half of a four-kitten litter, and every one of them got saddled with a ridiculous food name: Grits, Gravy (pictured above), Cocoa Puff (pictured below), and though I didn’t catch the fourth one’s name yesterday, I imagine it was something like Chicken-Fried Steak. So I’ve renamed the cutie above Buttercup because of the chocolatey and peanut buttery coloring of her fur.

This little one has been tentatively-named Butterscotch because of the markings on her head, but I’m not really feeling it, and am worried about the possible confusion that may arise. I’m thinking I might switch it to Toffey, but maybe I need to just move away from the food-based monikers altogether—think outside the bun, as it were.

Anyway, I’m sure there will be many more pix and vids of these two over the next couple of weeks while we fatten them up for surgery, so be sure to check back soon!

And don’t forget—enter HALLOWEEN10 at checkout through October 31st for 10% off your order(s)!

My wife hates when I go off-topic and ramble in these posts, but a quick thought before the cuteness: sometimes, sticking to a pretty consistent blog schedule sucks—not everything I find interesting/funny/awesome fits the mold.

I know the last few months have seen a few holes pop up each week with nonexistent posts on various days, but Mystery Monday, Top Ten/Title This Tuesday, WTF Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday and Fuzzy Friday helps me focus on stuff that 1) interests me, 2) interests you (hopefully), 3) is (relatively) easily digested and quick to find and/or report on, and 4) provides the illusion of consistency when I’m out there in the wild trying to grow Ex-Boyfriend and am too busy to post every single day, or am out there in the wild trying to recover and recharge from doing exactly that.

The unofficial fifth benefit of the schedule is that when scary, tragic, horrible shit happens, it prevents me from going nuts and saying rash things on the internet (aka Eternity’s Big Book of Evidence and Embarrassment).

This is me taking a very long time to say I’m glad that what happened in Zanesville, Ohio earlier this week didn’t happen last night, or this post would probably be text-only, with “F@#K HUMANS!” in super-huge type. Jurassic Park was fun, guys, but a cloned tiger born and bred in a lab is not the same as one from the jungle—not even Science is that smart.

Once they’re gone, they’re gone.

(Photo courtesy of Marwell Wildlife Park and ZooBorns.com)