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What is the coolest 3D browser game using the Unity plugin you’ve played recently? Was it Off-Road Velociraptor Safari? Yeah, I thought so.

Who doesn’t like running over velociraptors in an off-road jeep? Freaking hilarious.

I have to admit, Garfield minus Garfield is freaking hilarious. So far, I’ve got a pretty clear favorite; basically sums up my life.

(Via Daring Fireball)

XKCD on in-store music and marching bands. Aside from making me laugh, this comic was quite recognizable to me (I’d be the one on the floor).

Not only was I in marching band, but I’m a percussionist. Double whammy.

For whatever reason my girlfriend was a big anime fan growing up, and the other day she decided to revisit her formative years by watching Sailor Moon. Sometime during college she had obtained a season or two of Sailor Moon that weren’t aired in the U.S. (some guy in Canada evidently translated them and then sold them on the sly), so she pops one in and starts watching. Since my desk is right next to the TV, I’ve been halfway watching some of them, too.

I knew that anime could get pretty strange, but I wasn’t prepared. This is my favorite part:

Feminine-looking man (part of a trio of rock stars) wanders onto the scene of a teacher-cum-villain trying to discipline his erstwhile student. Rock star is justifiably pissed off, and decides to do something about it. Fortunately, he has the ability to turn into a Sailor Soldier.

I don’t know how familiar you are with the series, but from what I can gather, Sailor Soldiers are all female. So the dude transforms into a lady. A rather skimpily clad lady. Whatever, I can dig it.

And then he performs his (that is, her) super-power:

If you’re not sure you’re reading that subtitle right, feel free to click the image for a bigger look. And it’s not a funny translation, either. All the super-powers are English words, subtitled because the Japanese don’t really have the same sounds in their repetoire (”Sta Gentarue Utaras!”).

That Sailor Moon follows this up with a Starlight Honeymoon Therapy Kiss seems like a bit of an anticlimax. Once you’ve been hit in the teeth by the gentle uterus, a honeymoon therapy kiss is a walk in the park.

Via Daring Fireball:

17-Year-Old Unlocks iPhone

The teen estimates he spent 500 hours developing his technique, sometimes working until 9 am and then waking the next day at 4 pm to resume his work.

Obviously, anything that requires soldering is only going to appeal to a miniscule niche, so this isnâ??t really huge news. But thereâ??s something admirable about a kid willing to put that amount of time into an obsessive project like this. Someone at Apple ought to line him up for an internship next summer.

Or find the kid a good psychologist.

I saw the most amazing license plate the other day. I suppose you have to be into the web to get the joke, but on the back of a car in front of me this is what I saw:

404-UHH

The best part is that it wasn’t a custom plate, so the person inside probably had no idea that I was behind them laughing because their car was throwing me a vehicle not found error and was to top it all off confused and speechless about the whole thing.

The fact that I found this as funny as I did probably indicates that I should spend more time outside and less on the computer, but such is life.

Maybe a few months after my girlfriend and I started going out, we wanted to eat out and I suggested we head down to the local Applebees. They’ve got a relatively wide range of food on their menu, and I’ve had some tasty dishes. “No thanks,” she said. “Their food’s all soggy.”

Well, this was perplexing, but whatever. We went out somewhere else.

Eventually, though, I was finally able to convince her that Applebee’s food can’t all be soggy. Surely one or two soggy dishes can’t be enough to put you off a restaurant for all time, I said.

We’ve gone a few times since then (the most recent being last night), and the odd thing is that her food is always soggy. It’s really perplexing. I’ve ordered any number of dishes there and not a one has been soggy. But we go there tonight, she orders a wrap, and when our food gets there picks it up and the whole bottom of it is covered is drippy grossness.

It’s really quite bizarre, and calls out for some empirical testing. Do redheads always get soggy food? Is it just her? If we ordered the same dish, would one be soggy and the other not?

These questions plague my soul.

Sometimes I’ll be trucking along, editing someone else’s short story or whatever, and I want to give them advice or whatever on the “said” bit. You know, like in “I’m ignorant,” he said. That last bit, where the sentence identifies the speaker. But I don’t know what the damn thing is called.

I’ve tried searching, but the internet has failed me. There has to be a term for that part of the sentence, but it eludes me. Oh, the humanity!