New at Tedium, an article exploring the accidental origin and the surprisingly interesting story of the cheese curl (AKA cheese puffs, cheese balls, Cheetos), which included this ►hunger-inducing video.
WHAT!?
The unclassifiable…things I can't explain.
Fierce, nationalist Welsh poet RS Thomas…sells chips?
Noel-Tod, who lectures in literature at the University of East Anglia, said he did a “double take” on spotting Thomas’s picture. “My reaction was a mixture of real amusement at the absurdity of it and real anger that a respected poet should suffer such an undignified posthumous fate for the sake of selling overpriced fried potatoes,” he told the Church Times. “The fact that they advertise themselves as ‘Handcooked English Crisps’ would certainly have been a red chilli rag to Thomas’s fiercely Welsh nationalist views.”
—more in The Guardian
The Doll Factory
Mortal Rent
Jesus Jara’s short film ►Mortal Rent claims, I suspect rightly, to be the first Spanish film made entirely using the (failed 1987 toy turned contemporary cult/hipster tool) Fischer-Price PXL-2000 camera.
Danger! Do Not Touch!
This sign is just one of many found browsing the delightful Ask MetaFilter thread: “Looking for emphatic warnings against really bad ideas”.
Schwarzwälder Schinken – Genuss auf meine Art!
I’ve Got No Chicken But I’ve Got Five Wooden Chairs
Edward Barton – I’ve Got No Chicken But I’ve Got Five Wooden Chairs. Barton had a minor hit in the 80s with a strangely memorable unaccompanied singing of one of his poems by Jane Lancaster, then his girlfriend, now a Nia instructor. Note: the odd Japanese Kleenex ad that eventually brought me here could’ve been a WHAT!? entry on its own.