Since the early 1980s small, independent groups of ordinary citizens have attempted to crack the mystery of the space-time continuum using nothing more than the Toyota Camry.

Aaron Valdez is one of our top performers at Wreck & Salvage. He assembled this video from spare parts and elbow grease.

Russian military intelligence services are reporting a flurry of activity by U.S. Armed Forces near Iran’s borders, a high-ranking security source said Tuesday.

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Here is a video of me taking a bath naked. Reproductive organs are not shown.

And here are some evilvlog-style ramblings, straight from my brain into your eyeballs, via the internet:

It’s raining very hard now. The wind is very loud. The cat sleeps through it all.

“Jesus, I love you so fucking much.”

Billy is excited to be working with me on a new project. He will get along well with Dwight and Jo.

The leaves twitter now, recovering from the strength of today’s rainblast, their shadows feeble on the curtain.

I am going to have to learn to add someday.

When I do, I should write a book about my life so far.

It will be called The Real Bible, and people will buy it and put it in the drawers of nightstands in motor lodges all over America.

I want pancakes and sausage, and someone to love.

Tino is a great name.

Tina is not.

I wish I could taste food with my fingertip.

I want a webservice that delineates.

I want a wall full of lightswitches that each turn on a single bulb in a string of christmas lights.

I want my skin to be used to upholster a comfortable chair when I die, and I want my widow to sit in it every night and mumble incoherently. Visitors to my house should have to exchange pleasantries with the chair.

After churches, bottles, journeys to the tops of mountains, I finally found what I was looking for
in your eyes.

It’s hard to describe what Juan Carlos does. People who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree.

So I’ll just say Thanks. And please continue.

Juan Carlos, fellow farmer at EV, makes these…

He’s now making the backdrop for the set of our new talkshow. I can’t wait to see that shit.

Was just browsing the archive and decided to repost a few older videos…

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This video takes place on the day after the singularity. The information required to make this video came from immediately remembering J.D. Lasica’s review of Ray Kurzweil’s book on the subject. I link it here for those of you who aren’t hardwired yet. Those of you who are already know where to find this information, and have already made a similar aggregational video, if not the exact same one. You know who you are. Or do you?

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Sometimes when an argument seems so circular and endless that there is no possible resolution, it’s best to just do what kids do. Forget about it and go do something else.

Here are some wise words from a Japanese animator called Miyazaki, from an interview in the Guardian:

“Personally I am very pessimistic,” Miyazaki says. “But when, for instance, one of my staff has a baby you can’t help but bless them for a good future. Because I can’t tell that child, ‘Oh, you shouldn’t have come into this life.’ And yet I know the world is heading in a bad direction. So with those conflicting thoughts in mind, I think about what kind of films I should be making.”

Perhaps this is why he tells children’s stories. “Well, yes. I believe that children’s souls are the inheritors of historical memory from previous generations. It’s just that as they grow older and experience the everyday world that memory sinks lower and lower. I feel I need to make a film that reaches down to that level. If I could do that I would die happy.”

I ask if he feels he’s managed that already and he chuckles and shakes his head. Nor does he feel that film can be employed as a force for good. “Film doesn’t have that kind of power,” he says, gloomily. “It only exerts its influence when it stirs patriots up against other nations, or taps into aggressive, violent urges.”

This is a black diagnosis indeed. But then, inexplicably, Miyazaki’s mood lightens. Perhaps it’s the sunshine, or the cigarette, or the fact that the interview is almost over. “Of course,” he relents, “if, as artists, we try to tap into that soul level - if we say that life is worth living and the world is worth living in - then something good might come of it.” He shrugs. “Maybe that’s what these films are doing. They are my way of blessing the child”