Wingspan Prescription Eyewear
I Got Glasses.
Oakley Wingspan – Prescription Eyewear
Check the specs on the element called titanium and you’ll see stuff that’s straight out of sci-fi. Freakishly low weight and miraculous durability make it the metal of fighter jets, so it was our first choice for a sculpture inspired by machines that carry thunder and rip the sky. Oakley WINGSPAN puts up attitude and pulls the ripcord on whatever keeps you grounded among the uninspired.
Along with all those sculptural contours of ultra-lightweight titanium, WINGSPAN comes with spring hinges made of the same durable metal. The right feel is just as important as the right prescription, so we designed this frame with adjustable nose pads and a Three-Point Fit that touches your head only at the sides and the bridge of the nose. UNOBTAINIUM® sheathes the stems with a comfortable grip that stays in place through whatever activity is thrown your way. This Oakley original comes with a case for transport and storage.
- Constructed of ultra light, durable titanium
- Precision titanium, cased spring hinge
- UNOBTAINIUM® ear socks
- Adjustable nose pads
- Collection specific case included
- Eye (A): 53
- Bridge (DBL): 17
- ED: 54.3
- B: 27.8
- Temple: 138
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2 of the Most Badass Last Stands in the History of Battle
Frank Luke, 1918 AD
“Forced to make a landing and surrounded on all sides by the enemy, who called on him to surrender, he drew his automatic pistol and defended himself gallantly until he fell dead from a wound to the chest.”
– Medal of Honor citation
Lieutenant Frank Luke of the United States Army Air Service had earned a reputation as a lights-out “balloon buster,” which sounds kind of like a lame-ass Atari game but was actually pretty hardcore. Back before the days of UAVs, satellite imaging and Imperial Psykers, artillery spotting and intelligence gathering was usually just obtained by some dude standing around in a hot-air balloon with a pair of ‘nocks and a radio. Taking one of these bastards out usually meant you were saving trenchloads of infantrymen. Since the tethered balloons were also relatively-stationary, high-priority targets, they were also usually escorted by fighter squadrons and surrounded by ground-based anti-aircraft batteries, making them pretty tough to get to. So, as lame as the name might be, the guy’s job was basically the Death Star trench run at the end of Episode IV with the added bonus that you got to turn an enemy target into the Hindenburg.
Frank Luke: Earth’s Luke Skywalker.
He was damn good at it, too–in just 17 days of combat he took out 18 enemy aircraft, including one battle where he shot down two balloons and three fighter planes in the span of 10 minutes. Another time he was on one of his trademark “lone wolf” missions and his gun jammed, so he climbed out, fixed it in mid-flight, turned BACK AROUND, hunted his target down and killed him.
Being such a balls-out deathmeister eventually caught up with Luke, however, and his last stand began in the skies above Murvaux, France in 1918. He was alone, deep behind enemy lines and intent on taking out a large cluster of enemy aircraft and balloons. He started with a low run that barely cleared the tree tops, but handily turned two German observation balloons in to raging airborne infernos. However, while dodging ground fire from anti-aircraft batteries and machine gun towers, a squadron of eight German fighters dove down from above and began pursuing him as well. It was beginning to seem like Frank Luke had gotten in over his head here.
Well, if you know shit about Luke, you know that he wasn’t going to piss his pants just because a couple hundred German soldiers were filling the air with more bullets than a Gradius boss battle. Luke continued to press the attack, surrounded on all sides by gunfire, and managed to take out the third and final balloon stationed at this aerodrome.
By this point Luke had been hit by enough gunfire that his plane, and his body were both beginning to fail. Deciding there was time for one final run, and realizing there was nothing left in the sky for him to kill, he picked off six enemy infantrymen before crash-landing in an open field. Luke, never one to show any mercy or ask for quarter, now found himself surrounded on all sided by the heavily-armed German soldiers that were closing in on his position. Badly wounded and in hostile territory, Luke defied authority to the end. When the assembled enemy troops called for his surrender, he responded by unholstering his pistol and picking off a few more Germans. After he died from a chest wound, he became the first member of the USAS to ever receive the Medal of Honor.
Further Reading:
Cooke, James G. United States Air Service in the Great War. Greenwood, 1996.
Guttman, Jon. USAS 1st Pursuit Group. Osprey, 2008.
Hudson, James J. Hostile Skies. Syracuse Univ. Press, 1997.
Roberts, Priscilla Mary. Encyclopedia of World War I. ABC-CLIO, 2005
Thomas A. Baker, 1944 AD
“Another comrade, withdrawing, offered assistance. Sgt. Baker refused, insisting that he be left alone and be given a soldier’s pistol with its remaining eight rounds of ammunition. When last seen alive, Sgt. Baker was propped against a tree, pistol in hand, calmly facing the foe. Later Sgt. Baker’s body was found in the same position, gun empty, with eight Japanese lying dead before him. His deeds were in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Army.”
– Medal of Honor citation
Sergeant Baker was part of a combined Army and Marine Corps expedition to capture the Mariana Island of Saipan from the Japanese. In the days prior to his final stand, when his squad was pinned down by heavy machine gun fire, Baker grabbed a rocket launcher, ran within 100 yards of the Japanese bunker and turned it into cinder-block dust with one shot.
On the day he died, Baker found himself facing down an INSANE banzai charge of roughly 5,000 Japanese infantrymen flying bayonet-first out of the jungles and screaming, “Long Live the Emperor” Imperial Space Marine-style. Seeing the enemy closing in on three sides, Baker simply cracked his knuckles, swore under his breath and changed a clip into his weapon.
The initial wave left Baker seriously wounded by enemy rifle fire, but he refused to run or back down or show any emotion other than anger. He stood his ground, firing like crazy with any weapons he could get his hands on, sometimes from as close as point-blank range. When he ran out of bullets, he Hulked up (Banner or Hogan, your choice) and beat off the attack with his hands, an admittedly ballsy move that left him even more fucked up.
Why not both?
His weapon was smashed and he was bleeding profusely from a number of gaping wounds when some of his men came up and started carrying him from the battlefield. By this time the perimeter was buckling, the fight was lost and the Americans were falling back to regroup, but Baker didn’t give a shit. He knew that dragging his half-dead ass along the ground was only slowing down the withdrawal, so he told his men to prop him up against a tree facing the enemy. He borrowed a Colt 1911, made sure that it had a full eight-round clip and told his men to get the fuck out of there while he bought them some time.
Standard issue Colt 1911. Not standard issue: being super hardcore.
When the final American advance pushed forward and captured Saipan later that same month, they found Sergeant Baker’s body propped up against the tree, facing his enemies right where they’d left him. The eight rounds they’d left him with meanwhile, were now in the eight dead Japanese soldiers scattered before him.
Further Reading:
Goldberg, Harold J. D-Day in the Pacific. Indiana Univ. Press, 2007.
Sinton, Starr, and Robert Hargis. World War II Medal of Honor Recipients. Osprey, 2003.
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The Avatar Porn [NSFW]
People are obsessed with how the Na’Vi people do it.
Alright now, do we all have this blue people having sex with each other fetish finally out of our systems? No, probably not. Until the Hustler Avatar porn DVD release, then.
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If you like animations and games and have never been to Newgrounds before; check it out! It’s a lot better than Youtube, because unlike youtube, not every other video is some androgynous loser regurgitating celebrity news into a webcam. Bitter much Harry?
I wanted to make this due to the fact it bugged me in the movie that Jake managed to nail Neytiri with little to no knowledge of Na’vi mating practices. I mean, I’m assuming it’s pretty similar, but considering they have magic hair veins that connect with nature, there’s obviously some pretty big anatomical differences…
Wow, there’s people starving in Ireland and it’s stuff like THAT which keeps me up at night.
If you’re curious as to what I thought of the movie, I thought it was okay. Same old “white guilt” story we’ve seen before but the effects made it a pretty thrilling moviegoing experience. It’s no Galaxy Quest with Tim Allen though…
This marks my first animation of 2010, a year which I am determined to make my busiest. I want to upload every month or more if I can, so expect much.
Love to all
Harry
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FAIL begins at an early age.
Preschool Pwn’d… it’s only downhill from here kid. – How emo’s are made.
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WTF Stuffed Animals Gone WRONG!
What’s so wrong about these cute, cuddly stuffed animals?
– See the (slightly NSFW) WTF after the jump
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Cat Fight!
I just happened to be in the livingroom with the camera when Luna and Arty started beating the snot out of each other.
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Top 10 hottest boob flexing videos!
Just when you think you know everything about boobs, they always seem to do something new to amaze us. For example, I recently found out that A-cup boobs only weigh a quarter pound; a B, about half a pound; a C, three-quarters of a pound; and a D, around one pound. I also found out that the left boob is typically bigger than the right boob which is great for me because I’m left-handed.
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Jimmy Kimmel on Jay Leno
“The best prank I ever pulled was I told a guy that—five years from now—I’m gonna give you my show. And then when the five years came, I gave it to him, and then I took it back almost instantly.”
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Mom!
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I’m Sweaty, I’m Tired, I Want My Money Back!
http://www.nbcchicago.com/syndication?id=81015697&path=%2Fstation%2Fas-seen-on
Livid customers recount their experiences aboard an Amtrak train that was delayed almost 24 hours.
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The roof the roof the roof is on fire.
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Super Star
“No Mommy, I wasn’t nosing around in you craft room….why do you ask?”
Totally not posed. He looked up at us, and the star was there. hahaha
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Tour of secret smuggling tunnel
CNN tours a pretty amazing tunnel between the US and Mexico used to smuggle drugs. The entrance on one side is in the bathroom of a warehouse. The entire floor of the bathroom is on a hydraulic lift to bring people up and down.
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Roll your own Solar Cell
Make your own solar cell out of powdered donuts, Everclear, Tazo Passion tea, and other common ingredients.
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The Ugly Side of Crafting
Crafting can be great. But beware: crafting can also go spectacularly wrong. Fortunately for the benefit of those of us who might become so proud of having made something, anything, all by ourselves, that we are oblivious that the result is an aesthetic travesty, there are websites making a valiant attempt to document the legion of ways in which crafting can get totally out of hand. Before you pick up those needles or scissors or fire up the kiln or soldering iron, check out: Glitter Gone Bad; Handmade Gone Wrong; What Not To Craft, Homemade Hilarity; and Kraftomatic. The sturdy souls at CraftFail deserve special credit for documenting their own crafting mishaps, and Regretsy and Etsy WTF will help you choose wisely from among Etsy’s hand-crafted wares.
I can’t begin to warn you about all crafting’s pitfalls, but I will give you a few pointers. Knitting your own toilet paper is extremely time-intensive and hard on your plumbing and municipal sewage system, so I recommend you don’t do it. For that matter, it’s probably best to avoid all toilet-related crafts, even the commemorative “I just potty trained my kid” craft. Think twice before you choose to let Edward Cullen leer at you while you’re peeing. And TMI is always TMI, no matter what the medium or how painstaking the needlework.
Much as I respect the skill and ingenuity that goes into food-related crafts, I’m always struck by their sheer pointlessness. But hey, not here to judge. If it makes you happy to dress up like a burger, go for it.
Do use consideration when making gifts for others. If you can kick your substance abuse problems through crafts, great, but I strongly advise against slyly replacing your loved ones’ drugs or cigarettes with homemade substitutes, however lovingly made or well intended.
And please do be extra careful about what crafts you inflict upon your children. This yarmulke will not make your son’s bar mitzvah “fun” and “edgy”, regardless of how good-humoured your Egyptian friends are. And if your child is used as billboard, expected to play with a Knitler, or an anthropomorphized vibrator, or even simply subjected to a sewing project gone wrong, the long-term consequences may be serious.
In general, the results of all your hard work may not be what you envisioned: your plastic bag jewelry may be less than elegant; your attempt to hide the cigarette burn in your scarf may make the scarf look worse; your significant other may never wear the sweater you made him or her; and your clown paintings may give people clown phobias. None of this is meant to discourage anyone from crafting, of course! It’s just a word to the wise, etc.
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