Caminante Nocturno  - 2015-03-11
Think of Batman pooping snakes
Yet the poop is still awake
|
|
|
|
Anaxagoras - 2015-03-11
My Dad is a Disney nut, so I occasionally end up re-watching these films.
This song is now ruined for me. Thanks a lot.
|
Bort - 2015-03-11 Let me un-ruin it for you: they're singing "Take the path that moonbeams make". There, now that's what your brain will hear.
Unless you intend to hear the Batman thing, in which case that's what they'll be singing as clear as day.
|
|
Bort - 2015-03-11 You can hear it either way, it depends entirely upon what you are prepared to hear. I've been playing with this for a couple hours and my ears get completely fooled by this every time.
|
|
jreid - 2015-03-11 Also not the McGurk effect, but I'll be damned if I can find the actual name for this kind of illusion.
I vote we call it the Bort Effect.
|
Oscar Wildcat - 2015-03-11 Now I'm hearing it tell me to bludgeon my neighbor to death with an axe handle. Astonishing!
|
Bort - 2015-03-11 Hey Oscar, I was thinking of you the other day. Bortella's kid was showing some interest in electronics and putting together super-simple projects (like battery / LED / resistor), so I went and got one of these:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0035XSZDI/ref=sr_ph
Reminds me of the Radio Shack kit I played with decades ago and first got me interested in electronics. I never really pursued electronics beyond a very primitive level, but damn if I'm not enjoying the hell out of the manual that goes with the new kit, looking at the schematics and trying to wrap my head around the circuits. Fuck sudoku, circuits are more fun, and I'm feeling like every kid needs an electronics kit.
|
infinite zest - 2015-03-11 I just rewatched this, and now I hear "take a backhand pooping straight."
|
Oscar Wildcat - 2015-03-12 God yes, I got a lot of pleasure out of those things when I was a kid. It looks surprisingly similar to the one I had, in fact. Radio jammer, farting machine, burglar alarms. It's a great way to get started with electronics, although the lack of a scope or other test equipment really hampered my ability to understand what I was doing with the kit.
|
Bort - 2015-03-12 I tell ya whut, though: the very fact that you can assemble electronic circuits that make things light up or flash, inspires an appreciation for electronics, as well as the notion of "hey, I can do this". Myself, I couldn't design most of the circuits in the kit, but I can at least half understand what they do, and had I chosen to apply myself when I was a teenager, I might have actually learned this stuff properly.
But, it starts with the flashy lights and fart noises.
|
Oscar Wildcat - 2015-03-12 Much like chapter one, verse one of the Book of Genesis.
|
Old_Zircon - 2015-03-11
This is the first Disney related thing that's moved me since back when I found out Fantasia was actually the art director's attempt to communicate the experience he had during one of the first clinical studies of mescaline a decade or two earlier.
|
Architeuthis Tux - 2015-03-11
This may well be the pinnacle of human civilization in the form of a mondegreen.
|
NancyDrewFan123 - 2015-03-11
Does as promised, 5 stars
|
Binro the Heretic - 2015-03-11
It's like that fucking dress, but with sound.
|
|
TheOtherCapnS - 2015-03-12 Can people switch back and forth between seeing white/gold and black/blue? I'm not asking to be an asshole or anything.
Because I've only ever been able to see the latter, but if I think the actual lyric or the title right before I listen to this clip, then that is what I pretty clearly hear. And I can look at the rabbit/duck and see either, etc with things of that nature. But the dress is always black/blue to me.
It's a pretty interesting phenomenon, all the viral meme bullshit aside.
|
Bort - 2015-03-13 I can only see white / gold; one time I was able to briefly see blue / black but I had to crop the picture down so that there was almost nothing but dress on my screen. And even then, as soon as I remembered that this was the same dress as the white / gold one, the spell was broken.
With this video, though, you can flip it back and forth simply by expectations. I've been playing with this a little bit, and I've noticed the mens' voices are a tiny bit out of sync with one another, which I think introduces the ambiguity that our brains subconsciously resolve to distinct words. For example, that first word is something like "t-take", and your brain is fairly happy to interpret that as "thake" -- oops, not a word, must be "think" -- but if you pause the video after that first "t" and then hit play, you get a clean "take", you can't hear "think" any longer.
|
Bort - 2015-03-15 More thoughts. Back in 1988 or so I had a text-to-speech program, you could feed it a string like "I ate a fried egg" and it would try to pronounce it. Now you and me, when we hear a sentence like the above, we hear breaks between the words, but in reality that's only after our brain has edited what we've heard. To get the computer to say that sentence correctly, it was necessary to enter the string more like "I ay ta fry degg" because that's where the breaks actually fall.
My point: that language-parsing part of our brains is at work all the time, cleaning up what we hear; we don't even know it's working, and it's damn near impossible to shut off. Otherwise, Batman would not be pooping snakes, or at least we would never think of it.
|
ashtar. - 2015-03-11
I will think of that, thank you.
|
Mr. Purple Cat Esq. - 2015-03-11
Here are some good visual illusions.
http://www.michaelbach.de/ot/
This one is actually pretty nuts.
http://www.michaelbach.de/ot/mot-adaptSpiral/index.html
|
memedumpster - 2015-03-11
Oh my god.
Okay, I'll do Highlander sword sex with you guys as soon as I clear the tears out of my eyes from laughing so damned hard at this.
|
TheOtherCapnS - 2015-03-12
I don't really have any choice, so I'd like to share my thoughts with poetv.
I picture him crouching. He doesn't strain at all, because they are snakes, and because Bruce Wayne gets a ridiculous amount of dietary fiber as part of his training regimen. I doubt he uses a regular toilet; he probably has some sort of cool, exotic device of which most of us aren't even aware. And I'm thinking anywhere between five and a dozen snakes of medium size, probably venomous.
|
|
TeenerTot - 2015-03-12
Copy, paste, email to all contacts.
|
Rodents of Unusual Size - 2015-03-13
I will!
|
TheOtherCapnS - 2016-03-12
All was still and dark in the Batcave. A single moonbeam cut a path through the darkness, casting a faint glow on Alfred Pennyworth, who waited anxiously beside his medical equipment. Batman had radioed for him to prep for surgery several minutes ago, but all comms had gone dark since then.
The soft whine of turbines became distinct, and then gradually louder as the Batwing approached. As the plane burst through the waterfall entrance and came to a near-crash-landing, Alfred realized that the emergency return protocols had been activated; no one was piloting. This could be bad. The cockpit opened, revealing the passenger within.
"Alfred..." he croaked as he slumped out of the cockpit and onto the landing pad. The Batman's gravelly baritone broke as he called out, and for a moment Alfred could only think of the young boy, putting a brave face to the public after his entire world had been shattered to a million pieces by two gunshots. When the pile of entrails fell to the ground along with Master Wayne, Alfred froze for a moment before instinct kicked in. A brisk walk he had made countless times before became a mad dash as he wheeled the trauma cart towards the Batwing at full tilt.
"Hold it together now, Pennyworth! Seconds count now!" he thought to himself as he sprinted towards his charge. As he closed the distance he could see no blood; that was an extremely bad sign, as it meant he had almost completely bled out on the trip home. Why hadn't the blasted ship's automated first aid worked? But as he approached closer yet, he saw that these were no entrails at all. They were... headless snakes?
Suddenly, Bruce let out a loud, deep moan and began writhing in pain. It was then that Alfred noticed his pants were pulled halfway down, exposing his buttocks. Before he could voice a question, the deep moan became a scream of pain. Alfred crouched beside Bruce, but was dumbstruck. There were no visible wounds of any kind. Then as the scream subsided, there was a distinct hissing sound.
A snake! Was coming... out... of Bruce! Alfred stood, frozen in shock and horror. Was that a highly venomous coral snake? Or one of its harmless lookalikes? He snapped out of his momentary reflection; of course it didn't matter! The damn thing just had to die. He grabbed an IV stand and steeled himself to give the vile creature a proper smashing.
*KER-SNICK*
Even in this diminished state, the Batman was still as fast as a mongoose. He unsheathed a batarang, whipped around, and decapitated it in one smooth motion. Rolling back over, he looked up at Alfred with tired blue eyes. Had they ever been this tired?
"It was Joker... he did... something to me... some kind of enzyme..." he croaked out between deep, ragged breaths. "Alfred..." he continued, "Lucius sent you... something recently... for your constipation..."
"Of course sir!" Alfred said as the master's plan dawned on him. "A toilet that uses a jet engine to create a vacuum to... assist the passage and dispose..."
"Take me to it," Bruce said in a near-whisper, but Alfred was already helping him up. One more dead snake later, and the Batman was pantless and perched atop his hi-tech throne. He closed his eyes and assumed a meditative pose for a few long moments. When he spoke again he seemed nearly recovered. "Contact Oracle. We're going to need her help on this one. He must have collaborated with Ivy, or maybe just modified one of her weapons. Collect a sample from one of the snakes in the hangar, I'll.... hnnnnnnnnngggggrrrrr... huuuuhhhh... Oof. I'll access the bat computer remotely and see what I can dig up."
"At once, sir," Alfred replied. "You gave me quite the shock, Master Wayne."
"I'm sorry Alfred. It was... a difficult trip back."
"Not to worry, sir. I'll put the kettle on," Alfred said as he calmly walked to the comms station. All was well. But still...
It was going to be a long night.
|
|
| Register or login To Post a Comment |
Reddit
Digg
Stumble
Facebook