When a new article goes up on our website, there's one guy out there busting his tiny balls to post "first!" in the comments section. He posts under different names, but we're positive it's the same dude every time, owing to the similarity of each post. We've also seen him doing it on loads of other sites. He's totally addicted. Anyway, someone's finally tracked the guy down and he's exactly the kind of dickhead we thought he'd be.
Internet dating used to be reserved for divorcees, pervs and lonely guys still living with their mom. Well times have changed - now everyone’s doing it. Even your grandma has figured out how to “internet you.” And admit that you met your current girlfriend on MySpace.
What do you think about us launching a Vice online dating service? If anything it’d be good for a laugh. Post your personal advert in the comments section. The best ones will win amazing prizes, like a goldfish in a bag.
Conspiracy nerds go on Google Earth and find UFOs, corn circles, atomic bunkers in Cuba, craters in the ocean. Maybe even Atlantis. Whoever flies across the meadows and forests of Germany will find Adolf Hitler Mountain. It's a teeny hill - irrelevant, undeveloped, almost crippled. You probably can’t even coast on it...
One of the most important things in life is having an impressive collection of MySpace friends. You need cool people, hot people and if you can, one or two famous people. The main problem is finding those hot and cool people. Luckily for all you sad losers out there with less than a couple thousand friends that you have never met before, you can now buy some hand-picked imaginary friends to show your other imaginary buds.
This Korean guy is a one-man mission to make fire safety a sexier place. Known as 'Korea Fire Fighting Corporation', he sells porno fire extinguishers and designs art collages to promote them. The guy also makes instructional how-to videos for creating DIY underwear, or as he puts it: "With scarf for lady I can make panty." Look homie up on MySpace, or check out his blog, or don't.
If you read Tierney Ceara’s piece about selling soiled panties, toenails, and bodily fluids to pervs over the internet, you might have been left wondering where she peddles her wares. eBay has a long-standing policy against listing human waste, and in our experience trying to sell shaved pubes over CraigsList will result in an immediate flagging. But, if you’re ever in the market for yellow cake with a smear of shit-frosting or lollipops that have traversed the glorious orifices of a 40-something, look no further than eBanned.com—a one-stop clearinghouse for all your corporeal fetish needs.
Example is the new rapper on Mike Skinner's label The Beats. He just dropped by the office and showed us the video to his debut single "What We Made". Funnily enough, he shot it all in Chernobyl, where we just filmed a segment for the VICE GUIDE TO TRAVEL DVD, which we're releasing soon in the UK.
Here's another video Example made in conjunction with Greenpeace about how he made his video.
For more on this guy check myspace.com/leadingbyexample. And check back here soon for details of his single launch at the Old Blue Last. Co-organised by VICE and The Beats, it's going to be an extravaganza of fun, that's going to be so much fun that you're going to be totally funned-out by the end of the fun.
When we were making the Dos and Don'ts dolls, our industry liaisons warned us that the intentions behind Becky, our female Don't, might not shine through so clearly with the Tomb Raider-and-Vampirella set. We were a little skeptical that anyone could be so completely tit-blind as to miss the bleach-fried hair and ill-founded enthusiasm for mainstream rap, but leave it to the internet to prove us extremely wrong. One of the guys at Gimix Toys (the company who makes them) decided it'd be a lark to give each of the figs their own myspace page, and was rewarded for his effort by being made the receiving end of the most oblivious cyber-stalking we have ever witnessed. It'd be one thing if this was just another case of unrequited man-doll affection, but check the second email (please note these are all from the same guy, over the space of a couple weeks), have a quick glance at Becky's page, and try to conceive of a horniness so deep and pervasive it would drive a 29-year-old man to lay out his innermost feelings in the emails below without questioning why someone would name themselves Beckydon'tdoll and include an ad in which they, as a toy, were available for sale. Oh, internet. (This is where most gossip blogs or whatever would put in some line like, "And you thought romance was dead..." then a smiley.):
Twenty years after the nuclear reactor explosion in Chernobyl, we journeyed there to see the state of things in a town that now has a higher population of mutated wolves and bears than it does people. We visited the site itself and watched our Geiger counter readings go through the roof. Nuclear energy is clearly not the future, as the abandoned schools and empty homes of Chernobyl attest.
It's been in the pipeline for a while, but Britain has suddenly gone rave crazy. Kids all over the north are dancing in parks to happy hardcore music like gay sailors and demented leprachauns. The dance falls somewhere between the riverdance, the C walk, and some type of tap dance. It also reminds us a bit of the Chicago dance craze, "footworkin'," where teengers fling themselves about to booty house and ghetto tech records. With recent press coverage and appearances in music videos, it seems that footworkin’ could soon be as big as krumping (a style of dance that originated in Los Angeles). Whatever, you can't deny it all looks GREAT.
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