The next time you ask someone what they want for Christmas and their reply is, “Oh, nothing.” Then you can consider getting them this:
What better present for the person who has everything than a poignant reminder that they want for nothing? This lovingly crafted vial of emptiness is filled to the brim with unfettered nothingness. Free from the burden of possessions, the weight of responsibility, Nothing is as idiotic as it is brilliant.
It’s a very sad blog:
There are some things that we own that are just so sad. You know what we mean. Sad. It seems likely that these sad things illuminate our vulnerable places, one way or another.
The Saddest Thing I Own invites people everywhere to share the saddest thing they own. What are these sad things? What makes things sad? Do things start off sad? Do some sad things begin as happy things that then become sad? Are some things only sad because for some sad reason we kept them? Are some things just plain sad no matter what? This is what we want to know.
For some reason the first thing that came to my mind after seeing this blog was Droopy.
Not to be outdone, The Count counts to three.
Here’s an article in which a foot was found in a newborn’s brain.