Everyone Needs a Niffler Necklace

Posted: 06 Jan 2017 03:59 AM PST

Fans of Fantastic Beasts fell madly in love with the adorable little thief known as Niffler who just wants to get his little hands all over any thing shinny. While you can't have your own actual fantastic beast, you can get your hands on this precious jewelry version made by Aisha Voya -or at least you could if the pre-sale wasn't already completely sold out.

Of course, that was just the pre-sale, so with any luck maybe the cute critter will appear on her Etsy page in the future (or maybe she'll at least be willing to take custom order for them.

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Can MIT Make Me a Poker Pro?

Posted: 06 Jan 2017 01:59 AM PST

Mental floss's intrepid reporter immerses himself in calculus to master the game.

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The bus to Atlantic Cityis oversold, over-air-conditioned, and struggling to get out of Manhattan. Normally, I’d appreciate the irony that Greyhound dubs this shuttle the Lucky Streak, but right now I’m too busy sorting through my notes about implied odds, effective value, and something called “M-ratio.”

Two weeks ago, this pile of equations would have meant nothing to me. Today, however, it means nextto nothing. A marginal improvement, sure, but isn’t massaging the margins what gambling is all about?

Poker Theory and Analytics is a graduate-level MIT course taught by Kevin Desmond, a former pro player and Morgan Stanley analyst. The school offers the course online, meaning video lectures, assignments, and class notes are available to anyone for free. Inspired by Bringing Down the House, the 2003 book about the MIT Blackjack Team who used their card-counting smarts to outwit Vegas, I formulated a simple plan: Take the class, hit the poker tables of Atlantic City, and profit.

The Jersey Turnpike, however, has a way of shaking one’s confidence.

I’m what seasoned poker players would call a “donkey.” I’ve played only small games with friends, and every hand I’ve ever won has been the result of pure luck (try as I might to convince myself otherwise). I lack every quality required of good poker players: risk assessment, pattern identification, stoicism, basic math proficiency, and attention span. If poker can be taught, as MIT’s course materials suggest, it’ll be put to the test here not by genius-level MIT students, but by a bumpkin who barely knows his multiplication tables.

But why would MIT offer a course on poker in the first place? According to its official overview, the class “takes a broad-based look at poker theory and applications of poker analytics to investment management and trading.” The bulk of the course consists of eight video lectures. One is guest-led by poker player, author, and financial risk manager Aaron Brown and covers the history of poker and how it relates to economics.

Poker is an American game (invented on the frontier in the early 1800s) with American sensibilities (the decidedly anti-monarchical bent that ranks the ace above the king). But what made it truly special was its use of chips—a novel idea at the time. These markers freely flowed between individuals, creating upstart economies complete with risk, debt, and credit, all in a time and place where actual currency was sparse and stagnant.

It makes sense, Brown asserts, that the first futures markets sprouted up in poker-crazy parts of the country, some two decades after the game first became popular. “Futures exchanges are populated by tough, brawling innovators who often make fortunes or lose fortunes,” Brown tells the class. Poker games are named after places that were populated by these types of people—Texas, Omaha, Chicago, etc. That’s why, he argues, “there is no poker game named after any place except places where, if you lose all your money in a game … you float down to New Orleans.”

This history is why the game once conjured images of Stetson-wearing toughs bluffing through cigarillo smoke. The rise of online poker means that today’s stereotype is less Maverick, more Mark Zuckerberg. Now, players can rapidly play through multiple tables and tournaments simultaneously, amassing years’ worth of experience in just a few days.

Students who took MIT’s course for credit (and not Internet observers watching later, like me) were asked to rack up hours in a private league created for the class by PokerStars, a major online gambling site (the students used fake money). They were granted free access to a poker tracker that enabled them to archive and tabulate their statistics. It was odd to see such product placement in a college class—both the online league and poker tracker were heavily branded—but I’d rather not clutch pearls when I’m learning how to better separate people from their money.

The course focuses on Texas Hold ’Em, a popular game you may have seen on ESPN’s annual World Series of Poker broadcast. While the goal is ostensibly to have the best combination of cards, it’s just as important to wear your poker face—either to convince everyone you have the best cards (and scare them out of betting against you), or the worst cards (and sucker them into betting against you).

Everybody playing Texas Hold ’Em starts with two cards. Then players take turns placing bets. You can “call,” or match the current bet, “raise,” or up the current bet, or “fold,” and throw away your hand, leaving any chips you’ve bet on the table.

A dealer then lays down shared community cards on the table faceup. This is called “the flop.” After a round of betting, a fourth card, “the turn,” is laid out. Players bet again, followed by a fifth card, “the river,” and then one last round of betting. Whoever has the best five-card combination wins.

It’s a simple game made more complicated (and fun) by the infinite number of factors in play—namely, the qualities of the other humans you’re up against. It’s a nonstop mind game in which players must figure out why, or why not, competitors are betting. As the old poker saying goes, you play the players, not the cards.

There is math involved, of course; MIT isn’t known for its mind-reading classes. While Kevin Desmond does offer some broad insider tips early on in the course, like the best times to play (“a lot of the newer guys only play poker on the weekend”), the workload is heavily analytical. 

As MIT students (even those of us watching in our underwear at home), we would be learning to rely on numbers, not hunches. Betting or folding—the life-or-death decisions made at a poker table—are matters of calculated probability. “Expected value is the same in poker as it is in math,” Desmond says, not helping this lifetime C math student one bit. “It’s win percentage times win amount minus lose percentage times lose amount.” I pause the video, which is titled “Basic Strategy,” to write this down. It doesn’t help. I’m lost.

My ears perk up when Desmond brings up bluffing. Finally, I think, some instruction on how to steel my guile with some sexy poker deception. “We’re going to have to use calculus for this,” he says, bringing up a slide with a curved line graph. My heart sinks—I find myself back in summer school math class. A key difference is that now I actually have an answer to that classic slacker refrain: “When will I have to use this in the real world?” I was going to Atlantic City in two weeks to play a poker tournament. 

Luckily, I’ve got a genuine ace up my sleeve: my friend Will. Will has been playing since the online poker boom in the early 2000s, starting as a precocious high schooler. I’d watched him play dozens of tables at once, Bobby Fischer–like, spread across two massive computer monitors. He could tell me the hand history and style of any given player, like a hummingbird returning to a crowded field, knowing precisely which flowers had already been pollinated.

When I hit him up, he’d just returned from a summer of playing tournaments in Las Vegas, South Korea, and Monte Carlo. But he only got into live games once the government cracked down on online poker. The adjustment wasn’t easy—he had to teach himself how to play in person. The toughest change, he says, was learning to cope with the boredom of playing only one hand at a time. I asked him to watch some of the MIT videos. “Some of this stuff,” he says, laughing, “is beyond me.” He had watched a lecture on game theory led by computer scientist and professional poker player Bill Chen. One key element Chen covers is “regret minimization,” which I gather is a way to determine how adversaries are playing, and what their next move will likely be. It was explained like this: R*T/k = T//t=1*ut *(σk) – ut (σt)

I ask Will if he knows what all this alludes to, and he does. “I just don’t think of it like that,” he says with a shrug. “You just have to kind of internalize vague types of these ideas.”

Poker, I realize, is a skill in the way language is a skill. It’s a set of rules under a structure of infinite nuance and variance. Professionals separate themselves from the pack with an ingrained understanding of these nuances—smart decisions, made instinctively. I couldn’t expect to learn a language in two weeks, and poker would be no different. All I could hope to do is pick up enough of the basics to survive.

Early in the course, Desmond explained the four types of poker players:

1. Tight-aggressive: You bet only when you have a good hand, but when you do, you don’t back down.

2. Loose-aggressive: You bet often, but you don’t let people push you into folding.

3. Tight-passive: You rarely bet, and when the action gets hot, you’re content to fold away.

4. Loose-passive: You call all bets without dictating the game.

The only players who win, Desmond says, are the aggressive types. As for passive players, “There’s virtually no way that these guys are making money in poker.”

From there, we covered more complex concepts. Your “effective stack” is “the most chips you can lose in the hand.” My “M-ratio,” an equation popularized by poker pro (and tight-aggressive archetype) Dan Harrington, is that effective stack divided by the sum of the “blinds,” default bets players have to make to play the game, and “antes,” raises to stay in the game. The closer that number gets to zero, the more vital your need to win, and this helps dictate how aggressively you should play. “In tournaments,” Desmond says, “most of your value is going to come from what you do preflop,” meaning before a single community card is shown. If you’re going to play well—aggressively and smart—you’re going to have to do so as early in the game as possible.

I’m still studying my cheat sheet of the best hands as the towering casino-hotel complexes of Atlantic City come into view. I remind myself what kind of player I want to be, and it becomes my mantra as we speed past marshland down the long access road: tight-aggressive, tight-aggressive, tight-aggressive. Windbreakers crinkle as excited passengers shift in their seats. Optimism fills the Lucky Streak, and it’s contagious. MIT’s Poker Theory and Analytics treated luck as an irrational variable, but the subtext was always there: It helps if you have it.

For $45, Will and I sign up for an afternoon tournament at Bally’s poker room. The first thing I notice is how quiet it is—the cacophony of the main casino floor seems far, far away.

It’s probably not a good endorsement of my character, but casinos put me at ease. Entering one, you become a citizen of a domineering surveillance state, and there’s some perverse comfort in that simplicity. Like windows and clocks, ambiguity has no place here. There are clear rules and, as long as you play by them, you are A-OK in the casino’s book. Heck, you might even make a few bucks! It may seem like an Orwellian nightmare, but Orwell never had a hot night at the craps table.

The poker room feels different from the rest of the casino. Gone are the crystal-clear roles of player versus house. In the poker room, it’s human versus human, and the benevolent dictatorship that is the casino can only watch. (Well, they also take entry fees or a small percentage of every bet, called “the rake.”) The people here have agency and control, and the air weighs heavy with consequence.

Despite the tension, this is about as low-stakes as poker tournaments get. Most poker pros won’t even get out of bed for $45, let alone waste a few hours playing in a tournament.

Another player in the sign-up line excitedly asks if Will and I have played before. Will points at me and says, “This guy’s been studying poker at MIT.” “Wow, that’s a great school,” the guy replies, and I shrink inward. Before I can elaborate, he explains that this is his first-ever poker tournament and that he’s been walking around for 15 minutes trying to find where he’s supposed to pick up his chips. If this is a hustle, he certainly is committed to it.

Players are allowed to rebuy in this tournament, meaning those who lose can still purchase more chips with which to continue to play. By the time I get settled, some players have already taken advantage of this, and their initial chips have gone to other players who now have a distinct advantage. I’m chasing the pack before I’ve placed a single bet. My first action is to call a bet—matching an opponent’s current bet instead of raising it. It’s a passive move that to the rest of the table might as well be a tattoo on my forehead reading chump. Already, I’ve ignored my tight-aggressive mantra.

With a few exceptions, calling is often a sign that you just want to live long enough to see more cards. When the dealer reveals the flop—the first three community cards—it reveals the straight I’ve been chasing is no longer a possibility. A middle-aged man across from me wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses (nice poker getup, albeit overboard) raises me more than half of my chip total. Even though I had good cards (ace-queen) going in, I’m forced to fold, forfeiting the chance to find out whether he was bluffing or truly had me beat.

I showed weakness and let an opponent muscle me out of playing a good hand. I couldn’t help but feel like I had let MIT down as the dealer shoved my share of chips to the other side of the table.

I overcorrect and start playing unhinged, or as Desmond would say, loose-aggressive. At first it works, and I take my turn forcing players into handing over blinds they clearly aren’t confident they can keep. The guy to the left of me keeps shooing away his friend who asks when he’ll be done so they can go eat. If he really wanted to go hang out with his buddy, I think to myself, then he’d have pushed all-in by now. But he’s hanging on to his chips for dear life, playing tight-passive, so his blinds are mine for the taking.

Unlike Will—absentmindedly watching football while playing on autopilot at an adjacent table—I soon find myself overwhelmed by the pace and start to lose track of everyone’s bets. Even though there’s only $45 on the line, the undulating stacks of chips in front of me make it seem like so much more. I lose a few hands, and those once-proud stacks dwindle to a single column.

Then it hits me: This is my effective stack. The players around me fade away and I’m back in MIT’s virtual classroom. I divide my stack by the sum of the blinds and antes on the table to get my M-ratio. It’s a hair over zero. The math is clear: I have to go all-in and bet everything. Desperate it may be, but my decision is all analysis, no guesswork involved.

One other player—a confident, quiet guy three seats to the left who has been playing tight-aggressive to a T all afternoon—calls. We show our cards.

My queen-seven off-suit isn’t as good as his hand—queen-10 of clubs—though it isn’t tragically far behind.

The flop comes: two fives and a jack, one of the fives bearing clubs.

Then, the turn—the ace of clubs. If the next card also shows clubs, I’m toast—he’d have five cards of the same suit, a flush.

The next card is flipped over: It’s the queen of diamonds, meaning we both have the same winning hand: a pair of queens and a pair of fives, with the ace serving as a mutual high card. It’s a tie, but it feels like a win.

Eventually, however, I lose. I won’t bore you with the details, but I can assure you: I was unlucky. That you can play well and still lose is a fact that haunts poker players at every level; it’s a simple truth that can make high-level MIT courses seem comically futile. Hidden beneath all the numbers was an unavoidable fact: Sometimes your luck just runs out.

But then, an announcement comes on over the PA: “Ten minutes left until rebuy closes.”

I wonder what the odds are of suffering a bad beat like that again. I then ask a better question: What are the odds I’ll play as weakly as I just did? MIT couldn’t prevent that from happening, but it did help me diagnose my poker ills. Fixing them could get expensive.

Bolstered by the confidence that can come only with a combination of empirical data and a little experience, I make my way to the teller window, $45 cash in hand.


The article above by Nick Greene appeared in the January 2016 issue of mental_floss magazine. It is reprinted here with permission.

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Why Does He Always Win? Because He's The Batman

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 11:59 PM PST

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There's Bruce Wayne and then there's The Batman, the crime fighter in the cape and cowl who's capable of conquering any challenge physical or mental.

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He's the original Most Interesting Man In The World, the man who makes James Bond look like a Boy Scout, and the super guy whose silhouette is enough to strike fear into the hearts of wicked men- and sharks apparently.

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Brazilian comic artist Dragonarte continues his quest to reveal all the Bat-antics left out of the DC Comics Batman titles, and with each Dragonarte strip we come a little closer to figuring out Batman's biggest secret to success.

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-Via Geeks Are Sexy

Carol Pilon: America's Last Great Wingwalker

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 09:59 PM PST

In the 1920s and '30, barnstorming pilots and wingwalkers got the world excited about airplanes and flying in general. You could make a good living risking your life this way, but most of the stunt artists did it for the thrill, the adrenaline rush, and the love of flying. Those old-time wingwalkers died out -sometimes literally. Only a very few remain that dare recreate the stunts of the early days of aviation. One is Carol Pilon.

Pilon has been wingwalking for 17 years, and she is among the few who sought out the sport — as opposed to coming from an aviation background, or through a relationship to a pilot. Pilon resists giving her age, but begrudgingly allows that biographical details suggest she is in her 40s. She grew up in rural Canada and had been casually taking flight lessons when she saw a commercial on TV for an air show in Ottawa. Wingwalking, she said, “just came and picked me up, right by my backbone. I had no education about flying, about aircraft. But that stuff just sang to my soul.”

She immediately began contacting wingwalking teams. “I hounded them, I stalked them,” she said, eventually taking her first walk in 2001. That same year she contacted air show veteran Jimmy Franklin, owner of the air show acts collective Franklin Flying Circus. “I said, ‘Hey, I want to do this, let me try.’ And I ended up marrying him.”

Pilon performs with her own plane and pilot, and was the only professional wingwalker in America until she started teaching younger women how to do it. Read about this extraordinary woman's life and career at Buzzfeed.

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Down To The Depths - Love Is Strange

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 07:59 PM PST

Down to the Depths by Ellador

Jack had shared intimate moments with some rather strange and powerful women while roaming around the Caribbean, but the pirate lord Sparrow had never met a girl like Ariel! She was unlike any other woman, or mermaid, that he'd ever met, and her enthusiasm for life above the surface made him want to smuggle her aboard the Black Pearl and show her the world. But, alas, Ariel was not cut out for the pirate's life, and all those sword fights, cannon blasts and open sea battles made the little mermaid long for the idyllic life she once had under the sea...

Cartoon crossovers don't come much cooler than this Down To The Depths t-shirt design by Ellador, it's so cool you're sure to hear lots of arrr's and yo-ho's wherever you go!

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Nobody Does Wannabe Celebrity Like Phoebe Price

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 07:59 PM PST

Social media has made it easy for pretty much anyone to become a celebrity in their own mind, proving that if you try hard enough any wanna-be celeb can amass quite a few followers and get the likes they seek.

But something tells me model and actress Phoebe Price would have gotten attention with or without social media, because her gonzo diva persona demands all eyes are on her- and her burrito.

Phoebe can be seen hanging around Hollywood doing totally normal stuff like posing with a burrito, reading tabloids in a sultry manner, and strutting down the sidewalk with a giant sundae.

No wonder the paparazzi love to photograph Phoebe whenever they spot her in the wild!

See Phoebe Price Is Officially The Most Ridiculous "Celebrity" Of 2016 here (NSFW-ish)

Timmy II

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 05:59 PM PST

Timmy II is a story of a robot trying to fit in. It's like a cross between Frankenstein (the way he was made) and Pinocchio (father issues) with a modern twist (9/11) and a few laughs. It's that weird.

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He eventually realizes that fitting in can be worse than just being different. The award-winning short was directed by Imran J. Khan, and is part of Film School Shorts from KQED. -via Boing Boing

Photos Of A Young Christopher Walken Dressed As A Clown

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 03:59 PM PST

Christopher Walken slips effortlessly between playing a total badass and playing roles that require him to act super silly, but his acting range isn't something he just picked up.

Christopher Walken's range comes from experience- he's been acting since he was 10 years old, when he was bitten by the acting bug after appearing in a sketch with Martin and Lewis on The Colgate Comedy Hour in 1953.

But young Ronnie Walken didn't make his official debut until 1954, when he and his brother Glenn began appearing on the soap opera Guiding Light- as the same character, Michael Bauer.

That may not have been a career highlight for young Ronnie, but these amazing photos taken by Al Barry in 1955 show us that Ronnie, who later changed his stage name to Christopher, was born to be an entertainer.

And seriously folks- if you're still scared of clowns after seeing young Ronnie Walken yukking it up in front of the camera your issues may run much deeper than mere coulrophobia!

See Christopher Walken. As a child. Dressed like a clown. here

Disappointment in a Nutshell

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 01:59 PM PST

This is why we can't have nice things. The Hide-Away Piano Bar in St. Louis had a great idea, but now it's only a great sign. I mean really, what could possibly go wrong with Lightsaber Night at a bar? Todd may be persona non grata in the neighborhood for quite some time, but the guy who did the sign is a hero for bringing a smile to the internet. -via reddit

Villains Who Have Broken In To The Batcave

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 11:59 AM PST

The Batcave is supposed to be one of the most secure, well hidden and safest places on the planet, a base of operations where Batman can sip tea and use his Batcomputer in peace.

But, despite his best efforts to keep the location a secret, the Batcave has been raided by at least a dozen different villains, and Batman has been forced to carve out a few new Batcaves around the city since Bane broke in.

When Bane literally broke the Bat in the Knightfall story arc he did so inside the Batcave, after breaching Wayne Manor's defenses with a frontal assault, to prove a point- Batman's

After Knightfall all kinds of characters from the Rogue's Gallery started finding their way into the Batcave including Two-Face, who simply toyed with the caretakers, and The Joker, who left Alfred short-handed.

But the strangest Batcave break-in title goes to Doctor Hugo Strange, a guy so obsessed with Batman he tried to kill him and take his place, and even built an exact replica of Wayne Manor and the Batcave as a Bat-trap.

Hugo drugged Batman and brought him into the replica, then he threw on his own Batsuit and the surreal Bat-vs-Bat battle began!

Batman got the better of Dr. Strange and actually killed him, which is when he discovered it was actually just a robotic version of the mad Dr. being remotely controlled by the real Hugo- from the real Batcave.

See 15 Villains Who Broke Into The Batcave here

The Most Angering Restaurant Employee Agreement Ever

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 10:59 AM PST

Almost everyone knows that waiters and waitresses aren't the most well-paid employees around, but seeing an employment contract that charges them every time they give male customers straws, fail to say "hi" or "bye" to customers or take out their cellphone is particularly shocking. Redditor 00generic posted this absurd employment contract that her cousin was asked to sign, noting that the restaurant already fired one employee who refused to sign. 

Needless to say, other Redditors were not happy about the employer's requirements and many pointed out that the company may be breaking the law.

Via Distractify

Cat Stuck in Double-Decker Highway for Nine Days

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 09:59 AM PST

Erin McCutcheon's cat Juno escaped from a pet carrier and jumped out of a moving car on the upper deck of I-93S in Boston on Christmas Day. McCutcheon couldn't find the cat, so she distributed posters and put out a call for help on Facebook. On January 3, a group of electricians spotted Juno 80 feet above the lower deck, perched on the support girders under the upper deck. Juno had been there for nine days! The crew couldn't catch Juno, who was frightened, but eventually lured her out with canned cat food. Juno, hungry and thirsty, went home with electrician Jay Frazier, and will be reunited with the McCutcheons soon. -via Metafilter

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Wild Animal Screams Replaced By Human Voices

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 08:59 AM PST

Animal screams have such a distinct sound that other animals will react as if the screaming critter is in the room when they hear a recording of the unique vocalization, but human screams aren't so distinct.

That is, they're not so distinct we can tell them apart without using software, because they sound virtually the same to our ears, which is why sound effects artists are still using the same old Wilhelm screams.

But how would you react if you heard a human scream coming from the maw of a wild animal? Watch this ridiculous clip from BBC's Planet Earth 2, edited by Matt Amys, and find out!

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If you answered "I would react by laughing my face off" before you watched the clip you were correct!

-Via Laughing Squid

The 10 Best Villains On Television Right Now

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 07:59 AM PST

We admire the hero. We even root for the hero to win. But we love to watch the bad guys. Oh yeah, we wouldn't want them in our lives, but this is fiction, so we can admire their cunning and chutzpah, although we may feel a little guilty about it. Hey, there would be no drama without villains! It's the same for actors. The hero will most likely win, and might even have a long career, but the villain is more fun to portray. During Peak TV, we've got as lot of great bad guys (including women) to select from. There are the obvious choices (see above) and some villainous characters that you may not be familiar with, but might want to check out, at TVOM. 

Disney Princesses Reimagined As Potatoes

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 06:59 AM PST

These days, we have seen Disney princesses reimagined as just about every possible thing. Many of these have become downright silly, which is why this Imgur series is just so damn delightful. 

Recognizing some of the silly potato characters is a fun game -the one at the top is obviously Pocahontas, the one above is Elsa from Frozen, lastly, the final one is Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

I think we may have finally seen the most absurd version of the reimagined princesses trend, which is saying a lot. You can see the rest of the series at Imgur.

Via That's Nerdalicious

Happiest Place - Ride At Your Own Risk

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 05:59 AM PST

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There are plenty of fun activities to do while you're wandering the wastes, but no visit to the wasteland is complete without a trip to the Nuka-World Amusement Park, the happiest place in the world! Now considering there isn't much left of the world that sin't saying much, but everybody can use a break from the super mutant madness every once in a while, and Nuka-World's got you covered. From the savage depths of the Safari Adventure to the childhood wish fulfilling Kiddie Kingdom spending a day at Nuka-World makes even the most hardened wastelander feel SPECIAL!

Bring home a souvenir from you favorite post-apocalyptic theme park in the form of this Happiest Place t-shirt by Kemp24, it's Brotherhood approved and sure to make your fellow Fallout fans grin like a Deathclaw when they see you wearing it!

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Bear Loses Bearings

Posted: 05 Jan 2017 05:59 AM PST

White Bear Mitsubishi has a mascot. He's a white bear. Duh. The car dealership enlisted the help of the Minnesota Gophers' mascot Goldy to make an ad on the ice in Mariucci Arena in Minneapolis. Goldy, being a hockey mascot, is an accomplished skater, and is also used to walking on ice. The white bear, who sells cars, is not. Enjoy the outtakes from the day of shooting.

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Even if he has a lot of padding inside the suit, I hope he was paid well for the day. In case you want to see what they were trying to do, the finished ad is here. -via Metafilter

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