‘The Football’ is the nickname given to the briefcase containing the protocol and authorization codes for launching a nuclear offensive that’s always carried by one of the president’s nearby aides (Wikipedia article HERE ). Except for this one. This one’s filled with a party . Or, truthfully, more of a pre-party (those are only 375ml bottles!). The contents: 1 pair of handcuffs with 2 keys Engraved plaque, personalized with 2 lines of text 375 ml Patron Tequila 375 ml Grey Goose Vodka 10 Advil tablets 24 Tums Extra Strength chewable tablets (4) 2 oz Red Bull energy shots .37 oz tin of Altoids 0.5 oz of Bausch & Lomb eye drops 1 wine bottle opener 1 deck of cards 5 dice 350 ml Martini shaker 4 shot glasses Unfortunately, the damn thing costs $500. Now I didn’t do the math (I took a shot instead), but I imagine I could put a similar party-pack together for under $100, which is STILL too much. *tink tink tink* You hear that? JanSport full of warm beer cans, baby! Product Site via The Football [thrillist] Thanks to Jody, who knows you don’t need a bunch of overpriced garbo to party hard, just a willingness to regret tonight tomorrow. Join the Geekologie party on Faceybooks and Tweeter

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Getting Bombed: ‘The Football’ Party Briefcase

The universe : you thought it ended with a wall that just went on forever, right? Me too. But apparently that’s not the case . Apparently it’s like a bubble with– “wait, like a bubble in my bong?” *rolling eyes* Sure, it’s like a bubble in your bong. But, instead of being surrounded by a bunch of dirty water you never change, it’s surrounded by other universes . Other universes that, occasionally, run into ours. Neenee noonoo neenee noonoo neenee noonoo! Get it? That was supposed to sound like the beginning of ‘Twilight Zone’. “Yeah? Well it sounded like shit.” WELL YOU SOUND LIKE AN @$$HOLE. The multiverse theory (or one of them, anyway) suggests that just outside of our universe, other universes are appearing and disappearing, each in their own bubble of space-time. Generally, these universes don’t get close enough to interact, but sometimes a universe will appear right next to ours, and when that happens, we get smacked. Getting smacked by an entire universe would definitely leave a mark. Specifically, it would leave a disk-like pattern in our universe’s cosmic microwave background radiation, and this is what a group of cosmologists from University College London have been looking for. Somewhat incredibly, they managed to find some of these bruises. Four of them. And it’s ten times more likely that the four marks are universe collision signatures than that they are anything else that we know of. Oh man, most of that was like, light-years over my head. But I do understand getting smacked, and I’m more than a little upset our universe isn’t the one doing the hitting. “Noooooooo, our universe is a kind and gentle universe and would never do something like that.” Ha, is that what you think? Let’s ask Stephen Hawking. Stephen, what do you think about all this? “ZIPZAP BZZZZZ RABBLE.” See? You see what our “kind and gentle” universe has done to him?! I’ll be at the bar. Our universe may show bruises from smacking four other universes [dvice] Thanks to dozer, who claims he doesn’t believe in other universes. Whoa — you do know every time you say that one falls down dead, right? “Yes.” Cool let’s chant it. Forget space, lets talk pogs on Faceybooks and Tweeter

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Waaay Too Deep For Me: Our Universe Shows ‘Bruising’ Evidence Of Running Into Other Ones

This is a commercial for The League of S.T.E.A.M. (Supernatural and Troublesome Ectoplasmic Apparitional Management), a Victorian-looking ghost elimination company. I thought it was pretty cute. If you like what you see, they have a series of shorts on Youtube of them catching spirits or whatever the hell a bunch of steampunky ghostbusters do. And speaking of catching spirits — toss me an airplane bottle and LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! Happy 4th of July weekend everybody! Hit it for the video.

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