Alright Japan, now you’re just toying with us. Your relentless onslaught of weirdness and cuteness has us glued to our monitors lest we miss the next awesome thing you create or do. We’re putty in your hands. Now you’ve gone and made a series of photographs of cats dressed up as creative interpretations of sushi toppings, resting comfortably atop giant mounds of sushi rice, secured by enormous strips of nori. This one has pretty much rendered us speechless.
These “Sushi Cats” or “Neko-Sushi” are the work of Japan-based company Tange & Nakimushi Peanuts. Who needs to shower or go to work when there is stuff like this to see?
“According to the History of Sushi Cats video, the cats are a magical and historical creature that have been influencing humans since the beginning of time. Tange & Nakimushi Peanuts has released a mobile game app for iPhone and Android phones featuring the Sushi Cats. They also have an online store that offers photo prints, postcards and more (only available in Japan).”
Neko-Sushi is an extremely unusual life-form consisting of a cat on top of a portion of sushi rice. Although several references have come down to us through history from various researchers and witnesses, their existence is still shrouded in mystery and actual sightings remain rare.
There are several academics who have devoted their lives to the study of these creatures. According to a number of these, Neko-Sushi make use of gaps in space to come to us from an alternate dimension. Beyond these “gaps” lies the world of the Neko-Sushi in which, it is recently understood, lies the true identity of the cats that dwell with us here in the human dimension.
We can’t look away. It’s just too cute… too strange… too awesome.
Visit Laughing Squid for even more Neko-Sushi goodness.
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
this post breaks my heart. literally made me cry.
i know how that feels.when i was little, my dad use to yell at me for drawing on paper. we only had writing paper for homework, and we were very poor.
he use to get really angry at me for “wasting paper” and tell me i was wasting my time. it caused me to keep anything and EVERYTHING i ever drew at school, in my desk. then at the end of the year i would throw it all away and keep nothing because i was so terrified of what my dad would say if he knew that was what i was doing at school.
I can only ASSUME, that at some point, one of my teachers noticed and told my mom, because around my 10th or 11th birthday she gave me a notebook. just a regular notebook, TO DRAW IN. I was told that i had to keep it hidden from my dad or else he’d take it away. but i am grateful for that book.
when i was about 19 my dad apologized to me about it after I helped my little brother finish an art project for class, he was 9 at the time.
though my dad apologized, i think it effected me in a lot of negative ways. even into college, it left me feeling like i always had to hide my artwork or that i had to be ashamed of my work.
i don’t think my dad is a terrible person, he just came from a really ignorant culture which placed little value in literature/art.
(Source: a-game-of-romance-and-winchester)
Silly Symphonies - Flowers and Trees (1932)
this is probably the cutest thing I have ever seen.
