So long, suckers

As you may have noticed, the era of The Tao appears to be over. Several people have said that the last post was not a fitting way to go out and we agree. And so, we leave you with toilet humor from Icelandic soccer:



Because if there is one thing The Tao always promoted, it was bathroom humor. Until we're bored again, we leave you with a quote from the talisman of this blog, King Hippo:

I have my weakness. But I won't tell you! Ha Ha Ha!

And a quote from the blog's inspiration, Tupac:

It's like if you plant something in the concrete and if it grow and the rose petal got all kinda scratches and marks, you ain't gonna say "damn, look at all the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from the concrete.." you gonna be like "DAMN! a ROSE grew from the CONCRETE?

Don't you just hate it when your mother breaks up your hockey fights?

Of wizards and wipe outs

The first amusing thing since Norm Macdonald hosted happened at The Espys

And for historical reference, here is Norm Macdonald nearly destroying ESPN single-handedly:


H/t: Eric

This seems like a lot of work

BIG BANG BIG BOOM - the new wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

There is no way this guy's enthusiasm was legally obtained

Wimbledon: tragic morality tale

Xan Brooks had the unenvious task of liveblogging (as the kids like to say) Wimbledon yesterday when the longest match in history between John Isner and Nicolas Mahut was in progress. The tiebreaker for the fifth set was tied at 59-59 (that's games, not points) when it was called for darkness, to resume today. As the match wore on, Brooks himself descended into brilliant lunacy. Some examples:

On and on they go. Soon they will sprout beards and their hair will grow down their backs, and their tennis whites will yellow and then rot off their bodies. And still they will stand out there on Court 18, belting aces and listening as the umpire calls the score. Finally, I suppose, one of them will die.

and

The scoreboard is barely visible through the grass and weeds and trails of Spanish moss. It shows that John Isner and Nicolas Mahut are locked at 37 games each in the final set.

I'm wondering if maybe an angel will come and set them free. Is this too much to ask? Just one slender angel, with white wings and a wise smile, to tell them that's it's all right, they have suffered enough and that they are now being recalled. The angel could hug them and kiss their brows and invite them to lay their rackets gently on the grass. And then they could all ascend to heaven together. John Isner, Nicolas Mahut and the kind angel that saved them.

It's the best piece of spontaneous writing we've seen in a long time. Yesterday's blog appears here, with the fun beginning around 3:45. Check it.

Sorry for the lack of posting

We've been busy.

So this is what drumming on speed looks like

H/t: Deadspin

A tribute to the '80s bully

Salty language alert:

H/t: Etan

You can't put meat on a stick all up in someone's business and not expect this to happen

The people's champion

Random observation

During the opening monologue of this year's Oscars, Steve Martin made a joke about Meryl Streep supposedly being into Hitler memorabilia. The cameras then cut to Meryl Streep laughing and then straight to Sandra Bullock. What seemed random at the time, now seems downright creepy in light of the fact that this came out just a few days after.

Check it out at 3:40 of this video (embedding disabled).

Is this the weirdest commercial ever?

It's been a while since we've had a funny commercial to post. Hit it, Skittles:

Take it away weekend...

Nothing funny today. To take you into this beautiful weekend, here is a classic Backstreets (likened by Rolling Stone to a musical version of The Iliad) performance by The Boss from the legendary Darkness tour. This performance is particularly noteworthy because it includes the rare "Sad Eyes" portion, which he has not performed since the late 1970s.