Chico State’s Mechatronics Department is cranking out some pretty wild shit. Check out these videos of some of their robots which are currently in heavy use in Iraq and other highly classified war theaters.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zkKqeAk4uo&feature=channel_page

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5H5Dz-PAPs&feature=channel

I’m really surprised that this hasn’t hit the net harder, but Rihanna’s nude pic(s) just popped up on the web courtesy of a blog site I’m always ripping off of. The big question is who decided to leak these photos onto the net? I’m going to guess that it’s probably someone who is feeling a little threatened by her, either emotionally or legally.

Just to add to the fun, look what I found:

Rihanna has claimed that she will never pose naked for Playboy because shes scared her mum would kill her!

Rihanna was quoted as saying…”My mother would kill me if I posed nude!

On a side note, who could of guessed that she has a nipple ring?  It really makes me wonder if she’s into kinky stuff into the bedroom.  Maybe some S&M/ bondage/ rough stuff…  Aww, too soon?

The good pics are after the jump and are NSFW… unless you work at a job like mine where it’s my duty to give you stuff to fap to. Haha, duty.

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One of the neat things about editing the Syntheis Weekly is that I get a first-had crack at the action before the paper even hits the streets. Last Friday I was proofing Mad Bob Howard’s column, and he referenced a fellow “outsider artist” (aside: something about the term “outsider art” or “outsider artist” makes me cringe, and therefore, encase it in quotes like some sort of literary specimin) by the name of Jonathan Troxler.

Easter is one of those bizarre holidays – quasi-religious, quasi-pagan, entirely alcoholic these days. It has really become a post-modern event. Thanks to Johnathan Troxler’s terrific and terrifying paintings I will never get the image of the crucified Easter Bunny out of my head. That and the three stooges strumming the guitar in a manger for baby Jesus and Santa Claus. This is Troxler’s older work – to me it doesn’t point to any particular warp or hiccup in his character – instead it asks of us a simple and direct question: What kind of sick freaks are we?

Three Stooges as the Three Wise Men, with Baby Jesus and Santa in the Manger? Sounds like my kind of religous art! Unfortunately I couldn’t find that particular image on any of Troxler’s sites, but I did manage to uncover a few other precious religous art specimens. Enjoy.

Along with its own blog, Ron Jeremy’s dick apparently now has it’s own Twitter. Insert dick joke here (ZOMG GET IT!!!11?):

Los Angeles, CA - In the era of accessible communication, it seems like everyone has a voice. From CNN to Snuggie, there are Tweets, Facebook updates, MySpace Bulletins and Blog posts.

Even reluctant participants have fallen into to the fold, including Ron Jeremy’s penis. No, that’s not a typo. The adult film icon’s penis hosts its own blog http://ronjeremysdick.blogspot.com and Tweets on a regular basis at http://twitter.com/ronsmonster.

After years of being relegated to just another member of the Actor’s Guild, and often called a stiff, single-focused performer, or just a dick, Ron Jeremy’s penis is ready to share its thoughts, observations, and life as seen through its unique eye. It has a lot on its mind, from thoughts about the economy to its own picks for “American Idol.”

You will be amazed at how alert and truly sensitive this newest member of the blogosphere is. Ron Jeremy’s penis is ready to go for a very long time. You don’t need to stroke its ego. Become a friend and follower and share your stories and comments on whatever topic resonates with you, but most of all, just come and have a ball.

Listening to the Pope talk about condoms is kinda like listening to a blind person describe what the sky looks like.

From BBC:

Speaking to reporters on his way to Cameroon’s capital, Yaounde, the Pope said HIV/Aids was “a tragedy that cannot be overcome by money alone, that cannot be overcome through the distribution of condoms, which can even increase the problem”. The solution lies in a “spiritual and human awakening” and “friendship for those who suffer”, the AFP news agency quotes him as saying.

Serge Gainsbourg
Histoire de Melody Nelson
Light in the Attic

A caricature-looking Frenchman with a penchant for penning songs pertaining to lust, drugs and morbid infatuation, Serge Gainsbourg’s output from the late ‘50s through the 1970s remains a hallmark in the annals of sexual pop music. Histoire de Melody Nelson, originally released in 1971 and now repackaged by Light in the Attic Records, tells the lurid tale of Gainsbourg’s (fictional?) affair with a 15-year-old girl named Melody. Lyrically devious yet breathtaking, the compositions are chock-full of punchy soul groove; drums hot with grace notes and hi-hat, guitar shrill and lick-y, bass smooth with mid-range and string arrangements sparse but poignant. Gainsbourg himself resides as the smoky-voiced overlord, enticing all listeners to step within his world of temptation. “Où es-tu Melody et ton corps disloqué?”
Jacob Sprecher