By Cory Doctorow at 12:14 pm Wed, Jan 23, 2013
Just look at it.
This is how cold it is in Norway right now. (i.imgur.com)
(Thanks, arbitrary aardvark!)
That chalky jerk, got what was coming to it, as far as I’m concerned.
As an atheist and a tree-hugging liberal, this is MY WORST NIGHTMARE.
It disproves evolution and global warming in one fell swoop.
How do I put this? Cory – You have been exhibiting an unusual interest in bananas lately. Are you trying to tell us (or perhaps yourself) something?
He’s ODed on potassium?
It’s a long-running theme in Cory posts. Here’s an example from nearly a year ago.
Well, radioactive doesn’t mean hot.
When Mr. Wizard dunked a banana in liquid nitrogen and then shattered it with a hammer I thought, “That’s so cool. Where can I get some liquid nitrogen?”
Now I realize I don’t need any. I just need to catch the next flight to Norway. And I’ll visit the home of Knut Hamsun while I’m there!
Bring a banana – in case he’s …. hungry (sorry!)
I hate it when my banana freezes
Looks like a Southwest Airlines disaster…
…and it looks better than a Southwest Airlines meal…
Does this mean the African Radi-Aid program has failed??
“My friend asked me if I wanted a frozen banana. I said no, but I want a regular banana later, so yeah.”
Because one good Mitch Hedberg quote deserves another:
“With a stop light, green means ‘go’ and yellow means ‘slow down’. With a banana, however, it is quite the opposite. Yellow means ‘go’, green means ‘whoa, slow down’, and red means ‘where the heck did you get that banana?'”
In any of a surprisingly large number of places, apparently: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_banana
Many red bananas are imported from producers in Asia and South America. They are a favorite in Central America but are sold throughout the world.
I know! I should have admitted that that particular joke drives me nuts because I’ve had red bananas. Although they’re usually not easy to find in my area, so, depending on where you live, “Where the heck did you get that banana?” still makes sense.
True – I don’t think I’ve ever had the opportunity to buy one, so it’s still the obvious thing to ask. :D
“Shattered banana?” Our band just ordered the “Amazing Turd” t-shirts, and now this.
No matter how bad it gets, they will still have Daiquiris.
this is weird. i too live in norway, and i have noticed unusually many frozen bananas just lying idly around my neighbourhood. something must be up.
Are there loose apes?
not a single ape (or many animals at all; it’s been an animal-unfriendly -15C lately). Plenty pensioners, though.
It must be them.
I’m not sure awjt meant ‘loose’ in that sense.
If they are making banana daiquiris I suspect they are pretty “loose”.
Wow, what happened to that sniper rifle?
The sniper must have dropped it.
Someone is going to slip in Norway sometime mid-April.
Icewinds Tears Drip On My My Unbeloved Peel
Coven Of Black Mist Sing For Me
Ceremonial Hymns Of The Purest Blasphemy
At One With The Earth
Alone With Light In My Eyes
The Ravens Circle Around My Tomb
As I Dream The Night
Frozen By Icewinds
Norway is not brutal.
Danbury, Connecticut is more brutal.
The second clip reminds me of this awesome photo from the book “True Norwegian Black Metal”.
It is the coldest day of the year. A PEASANT stands by the side of the road, slowly and deliberately eating a banana. His repast complete, he drops the PEEL beside the road and rides off on his bicycle.
A hooded figure approaches from the distance. It is DEATH. The PEASANT speeds further and further away on his bicycle, but DEATH does not quicken his pace. DEATH is patient. The PEASANT must stop sometime.
DEATH’s stride is long, but his steps are measured.
The banana PEEL waits. Ice crystals form along its edges, and hoar frost slowly envelopes it.
The PEASANT reaches his humble cottage. He stokes the fire in his stove and stops to warm his hands.
The wind howls while the PEEL lies motionless, as still and fragile as glass.
DEATH lets out a snort, shrouding his features in fog. One measured pace after another —
Suddenly, there is a sound like a snapping twig, like breaking glass, like the crack of a rifle from across the forest.
But there will be no pratfall today. It is too cold even for that, and the PEASANT is waiting.
I just wanted to say that it’s way the fuck colder in Montreal right now than in Norway (Olso, at least). Cold enough that your eyes water and then your eyelashes freeze together.
That’s my heart lying in the gutter there; a heart like a shattered banana.
That’s my banana lying in the gutter there; a banana like a shattered heart.
Take your pick; that’s what life’s all about.
Don’t remind me of how fucking cold it is in NYC today. I actually got windburn on my face–as in face was tender/raw when I went to wash off my makeup tonite–and it’s a first for me. This is after going to school in Upstate NY.
Some parts of upstate NY state have a reputation for cold and snow, but NYC definitely gets colder (and much windier because of the buildings, a very important factor).
I am from Buffalo, famous for snow, and went to school in Rochester. I *have* gotten plenty of windburn of the face etc. in those places, but I suppose that engaging in winter shenanigans as a youth (not to mention skiing) is different from going to school and only leaving your dorm in winter when it’s absolutely necessary ;)
NYC in winter kicks my ass every time, and I never seem to learn my lesson.
When God hands you brittle bananas, you FIND A NEW GOD.
this shattered frozen banana peel reflects all that is in my heart. torn and shattered. asunder. frozen. desolate. that is my heart. just look at it.
Yesterday was the coldest day Chicago has seen in two years. It was also the day that the heat went out in my apartment.
Then I hope you live in Miami and not Chicago.
I guess every single tourist in norway would buy a frozen banana just for the experience of shattering it and taking a picture of it…
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