While chiding Lee about his reluctance to connect an iPhone to a Mac by USB cable, I found this:

The illustration raises a number of questions:

1. Where did a fish get a flower?
2. What happened to the rest of this cable?
3. How was it cut into such decorative sections?
4. Who flattened that sea star?
5. Why wasn’t the full wrath of the Commonwealth unleashed on these undersea terrorists?

Full particulars at the counter.

Primarily to help scrub the Glistening Obama image off our collective retinas, but also to celebrate the amazing ability of people to be awesome and look silly at the same time, I present Frontier Psychiatrist: allen girl lip dub.

courtesy Dr. Horrible

Where are the giant wheel-o-boats? The colossal airships, floating cities, and residential pyramids? At the very least, where are the colorful renderings of how these amazing feats of design and engineering may look in the future?

They’re in the past, that’s where. And what good is a bright, shining future when it hides in the past? All this modern emphasis on “practicality” and “engineering” and “paying for food” is stifling our spirit.

I mean, who are you to tell me that a hovering platinum palace can’t be built in the Andes? Where is it written that a kilometer-high needle tower can’t be topped with an airstrip? And why must they always laugh when I ask for a nuclear sandwich?

Well?

And with a flute up his nose, Ralph Wiggum:

That’s some nice flutin’, boy.

I don’t know the term for this kind of architecture, but you see it in those giant chili-bowl buildings, donut huts, coffee cup stands, and so forth. Whatever it’s called, I love it:

Seriously, it’s brilliant. They took what would otherwise be a dull, unpleasant structure and turned it into a giant monument to booklove.