“Histagrams” or the great moments of history seen through Instagram by Gusto NYC and Gavin Alaoen.
Majestic Motherfucking Creatures we are.
This is sensational
If somebody had asked you, yesterday, to name the top ten must-have items that your bachelor pad simply had to have, a rubber band machine gun probably wouldn’t have been on that list. Why? Because you didn’t know it existed. Now you’re going to regret laminating that wish-list, because your trusty Wingman is going to show you exactly why it needs changing.
Ingeniously designed and crafted by Alex Shpetniy & Brian Dinh, this fast-charging, easy-reload, 16-barrel, automatic machine gun is a certified fan favourite, with its Kickstarter campaign almost quadrupling its pledge aim of $5,000 with almost an entire month left to run.
Using a small electric engine, powered by just 5 AA batteries, whether your target is your arch nemesis or just a few cans lined up along a wall, the huge 672 rubber band capacity allows you to fire off 14 shots per second, at a range of up to 26 feet.
With plenty of time left to pledge – should you be unable to fight the desire to get your hands on one of your very own rubber band machine guns – the eleven different pledge options, and three stunning variations of gun design, should leave no home rubber-band-machine-gun-less this Christmas.
South African newspaper the Cape Times recently launched a clever advertising campaign that went viral, transforming iconic photographs into modern day “selfies.” Famous events are manipulated to appear to be taken at arm’s length, causing us to feel even more in the middle of the action. [via]
It’s been months since you and I have exchanged words, but I’m almost positive there were stolen glances the last time we occupied the same room. No, I didn’t use your birthday as a segue to break the silence, but I really just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. To be honest, you rarely cross my mind, and yet I remembered that yesterday in particular was your day.
I didn’t realize that I was waiting for a reply until I noticed that you received my message. It’s not that I need you to acknowledge me or anything, but somehow I feel kind of empty and maybe a little lonely knowing that you saw my words and decided to ignore them. Perhaps I’m a fool for thinking that we could be civil, but then I have to remind myself that it was you who first chose to sever the ties of our friendship. I guess not enough time has passed for us to exchange pleasantries.
"And I will swallow my pride, you’re the one that I
love and I’m saying goodbye.”