Zoomdoggle: More fun than work!

Remember way back when, when we first shared the joys of the Cash-Doggle? One of our favorite sites has upped the ante with Celebrity Cash-Doggle. They’ve got piles of ‘em, but before you click over, see if you can name the bold-face, money-heads below…

Link: Freakingnews via Neatorama.

I know what you’re thinking:
Facebook is good for certain things (namely stalking ex’s). And Myspace is still OK for doing some stuff (finding future ex’s to stalk). But where can a guy go to just be himself?

Even better, where can a guy go to be someone else, to be The Hoff, or at the very least, learn about all things Hoff related?

The answer of course is David Hasslehoff’s new social network.
In addition to building a profile (which I did), you get VIP access to Hoff Blog (which I love), and even Hoff Shop (where I’ve yet to make a purchase, but it’s only a matter of time… I’m thinking the Hoff Bag is probably a pretty good investment). Watch out Zuckerberg, you’ve been doggled by Hoff.

Link: Davidhasselhoff.

Surely you’ve seen Matt Harding, the 31-year-old video game developer who saved up some dough, then quit his job to travel the world. With over 9 million views, his “Where the Hell is Matt” video is even more popular than the Tay Zonday’s silky-sweet baritone. Anyhow, our man Matt is back on the doggle, only this time, the boy ain’t dancing solo.

Just 4 days in and the video’s already crossed the 2 million mark. Wanna know something even cooler? This time, he’s not dancing on his own dime either. Stride gum has financed the fun. Yup, sometimes even the best laid doggles don’t quite pay off. Other times, they actually pay. Nothing wrong with that, so long as it’s fun doing, it’s worth doing. End of story.

Link: Wherethehellismatt via Neatorama.

Buried among Ikea’s Bluurgs (tables), Fieorgs (lamps), and Jaakens (small tables meant to hold lamps), there’s a lot of fun to be had. Er, maybe not. But Steve B worked out a way to shake some joy from all those silly names.

Want to see how you’d fare as a hard to assemble piece of Swedish furniture? Check out Blogdilla, the Swedish Furniture Name Generator. Put your name in and it translates it Ikea-speak. Want to doggle some more? Take the name it gives you, put that in, and repeat the process. Thanks only get weirder from there.

Thanks for sending this in Steve.

Link: Blogdilla.

It’s rare that you see a perfect 10 like this in public. But it is spectacular. Really, we’re considering taking the rest of the day off to find just such a spot… sit… and rotate. Really, this is better that the echo we found in the subway at Bowery.

Link: Liveleak via Gizmodo.

The same spark that brings a human being to life is no less impressive in out four legged (or winged) creepy, crawly friends. And yet, I love hunting flies. I just wish there was a way to play tag with them instead of kill. The 1:1000 fly swatter doesn’t quite solve the problem, but it does give them a sporting a chance of about 1 in 1000.

Bonus, it kind of reminds me of that Human Tetris game Fox is about to bring stateside.

Link: Inflat via Trendhunter.

First, those two old women in Russia came up with their own version of “six inches,” a doggle the could do while seated just feet apart. And now this. A senior citizen in some foreign local has invented his very own sport: Speed Parking! Check it out… Just push play.

What would you do if your wife left you? If you were sick of your job? Done with your car? Were knee-deep in a midlife crisis?

If you’re Ian Usher, you’d doggle. It’s the perfect time. It always is.

Ian wants to start over… nay, Ian needs to. He wants a whole new life. Step one is selling the one he’s got. Once you’ve registered (Ian doesn’t want fakes gumming up the works) you can bid on everything that is Ian. His house, his car, his jet ski, it’s all up for grabs. One lucky bidder takes all including even an interview for Ian’s job, and a gang of friends that’ll show you around Perth where, for the next week anyway, Ian still lives.

The auction started yesterday and has already crossed the $200,000 mark, which is good, as Ian plans on walking away with nothing but his wallet, his name, and the clothes on his back in less than 7 days.

Link: Alifeforsale via Reuters via Timesonline via CNN via Everyoneandtheirmom.

At exactly 9PM last night, I was on the phone with my friend Neevy when the conversation took a turn toward what I’m calling “half-memories.” Half-memories are vague recollections from your youth that could, just as easily, not be your own memories at all, rather something you saw on TV, or were read at bedtime. For some reason your brain filed it in the wrong spot, and now you’re left thinking it’s a memory of something you did instead of knowing the truth.

When I told him I kinda-sorta remembered hanging out with a five-man team “that had been wrongly accused of a crime we didn’t commit and forced to go underground” he knew something was up. When he told me he had a baby-sitter who would make only small holes in either side of a hardboiled egg, then blow the thing out of the shell, I wasn’t so sure.

The following video is our experimenting with this strange phenomenon.

Sure, a car that whistles sounds like a good time. But so does a kick in the groin if you’re Jackass. You can hear a “whistle tip” almost a mile off. That’s no good. Still, Bubb Rubb’s repeated impersonation of the effect is worth a smile or two. Check it out for yourself.

Next check the remix. Someone’s been having a good time, even if the whistler’s aren’t.