Hockey goalies take it on the chin, on the eye socket, and pretty much anywhere else on the face. Before 1966, goalies were not required to wear masks. Terry Sawchuk was a pre-1966 goalie.
When he was 36 years-old, a professional make-up artist recreated on Sawchuk's face most of the injuries it had sustained (not all of them are shown) in his career. Among them were "a slashed eyeball requiring three stitches, a 70% loss of function in his right arm because 60 bone chips were removed from his elbow, and a permanent “sway-back” caused by continual bent-over posture."
Read more here.
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By melting chocolate into LEGO brick molds, Japanese illustrator and designer Akihiro Mizuuchi creates food you can play with.
Check out more of his amazing work over at SPAREBUTTON.
Annabel de Vetten was trained as sculpture and painter, but after making her own wedding cake, she found a new passion in life: confection. Annabel's creations aren't ordinary at all, as seen previously, and she works creating molds from the things she loves. Skulls. Animals. Horror films. Whatever takes her fancy.
But making awesome chocolate creations isn't easy. To make truly amazing and consistent chocolate, a professional tempering machine is necessary. Help make the world of chocolate a better and more beautiful place by supporting Annabel's Death in Chocolate Kickstarter.
Chocolate Vincent Price life mask.
Chocolate is a true joy in life. Not OTC wax like Cadbury, Milka or Hershey: the prescription-strength real thing, such as Omnom's burned-sugar 55% milk chocolate from Reykjavik, Iceland.
The taste of caramel hits you right away, subsiding to a smooth, smoky finish of buttermilk. I was able to make the 60g bar last the whole day, though, as it was quite rich and a little went a long way.
P.S. The wrapper was awesome, so I kept it.
Four years after becoming a nationally competitive weightlifter, Samantha Wright shares at Ravishly.com how some of her fans and supporters are way off base by calling her the "cutest weightlifter."
Behind the pairing of those words, "cutest" and "weightlifter," lies an implicit irony, an irony intended to juxtapose mental images that render the qualities of daintiness beside that of brutishness. Contrary to that implication, the qualities, beauty and strength, are not antithetic. They are harmonious.
Through the centuries, women have battled discriminatory social norms, antiquated laws, and oppressive counterparts. We’ve won fights for suffrage, marriage and dating liberties, the right to work, equal compensation, and the honor of serving next to our brothers. With each conquest, we have shattered a piece of our self-diminishing societal conditioning, and have begun to embrace our beauty, knowledge, ability, power, and strength."
Samantha Wright is a former gynmast turned nationally competitive weightlifter from Philadelphia who now resides in Arizona.
Jem, the 80's animated TV show about an all-woman pop group, captured the decade's obsessions with image, celebrity, technology and wild neon-colored hair. Now, friends I haven't seen for almost 30 are back—as a comic book!
It's one of the best 80s toon reboots yet, avoiding the mangled relationships and mealy worldbuilding of Thundercats (2011), the inanity of Smurfs Take New York, and the vile CGI shitfucking of 2014's Ninja Turtles.
Best of all, it keeps the superficial style of the original while giving the characters form denied to them by the demands of first-run syndicated TV in 1985. And I mean form: Aja and Shana are built like brick houses and are hot.
It's awesome to see other women built like me—I can deadlift my husband—in a comic book that isn't using it as comic relief or to illustrate a generic "strong" female character. Jem is the star of this book, though, which casts her as a blandly attractive and stage-frightened pop starlet…until her dead father's secret supercomputer helps her find her outrageous alter ego.
Returning to the Holograms' jam sessions made me feel like a kid again—and even more like a kid when I spilled my drink on the page. The Misfits show up in #2 to complicate matters.
I gobble down each issue of Groo: Friends and Foes faster than our bumbling hero slurps down cheese dip. In issue 4 (out now from Dark Horse), Groo and Rufferto stumble into his old "friend," Arcadio the Hero, who is working on training dragons to help him look more heroic. Once Groo gets involved, the village doesn't stand a chance.
Mark Evanier's writing is seamless and always leaves me giggling. Sergio Aragones' art blows me away. Read it again and again. Every time, you'll see something you missed. Be sure to check the back cover, an entire page devoted to the most devoted dog there is. Rufferto, of course, is the only real hero.
A preview of Groo #4 is posted at CBR.