You say cheap and raggedy. I say fabulous and trendy. This fleece Paper Bag Hat transforms any upstanding citizen into the scourge of society. And that’s just absolutely fierce.
Hobos are just so “in” right now. Where do you think Kate Moss got that trim physique? Years of starvation and hardship. Mmm, sexy.
You will smile and you will like it! The Happiness Hat is designed to sense when you’re smiling. If you’re not smiling, the hat shoves a metal spike into your scalp until you are smiling. How’s that for a little extra motivation?
The device is designed to teach you “improved social-interacting.” Why… ow… so… ow… serious?
Have you been down with Apple since they were one with the rainbow?
Pure sex. Sadly sold out for now. Let’s hope for a triumphant return. I will own one.
Your favorite ravenous worm-thing of the moment, Playstation’s version of The Hungry, Hungry Caterpillar, Noby Noby Boy, wasn’t quite our bag when we checked it out a few months. It’s a nice little game if you happen to be drunk and lazing around on the couch, but probably not worth the $5 it costs.
If you’re a bigger fan of the game than we were or just love any type of gaming wearable, this Noby Noby Boy Hat and Scarf could be pretty cool. Let the Noby monster munch on your head for a little bit. You know it’s big enough.
You don’t have to be one of those douche bags who walks around with a Yankees cap just because it’s trendy. You know most of those people have probably watched one or two games all-season and claim to be die-hard fans. Fuck off people.
It’s time to come to the realization that as geeks, no matter how sexily geeky we are, we’re not trendy. And we shouldn’t be trendy. In fact, we should be anti-trendy, but not to the point of hipster conformity. Even less so. The WiFi Detecting Baseball Cap is the remedy to baseball cap poser-dom. Slip the cap on and watch the amazed and disgusted stares from passerbys.
While I’m not sure we can call this the coolest beanie we’ve ever seen (because let’s be honest, we’ve seen some really awesome beanies), it’s definitely the only one that would make you feel at home inside of a fantasy novel.
The homemade Magic Unicorn Beanie gives the wearer a new phallic member and a generous mane of purpleish pink fur. If you happen to go searching for Candy Mountain, I don’t think you’ll get even a second glance as long as you’re wearing this thing. More single-horned love after the jump.
The Arduino makes a fierce return, this time in the form of a hat. Using flex sensors and a hat-mounted Arduino, Instructables user RonanOD created a game of Pong where you use your eyebrows for play. The hat senses how much pressure is being created along the brim and uses the related data as input in the game. Instructions are available, but I can’t promise it’ll be fun twitching your eyebrows like Mr. Bean all day long.
I gotta tell ya. I keep getting more and more convinced that I should take up knitting or sewing, or maybe both. But then I remember that I don’t wear my hair in a bun and my bowel movements are still consistently solid. Sorry, grandma.
This awesome Shark Attack Hat makes reality look like a scene out of a low budget sequel to Jaws (and there has been some doosies.) Yay for carnage and terror!
What… they couldn’t find enough chinchillas? They had to resort to slaughtering poor, defenseless vegetables for the sake of fashion? Make them out of alligator, fox, or hell, even human, but leave the vegetables alone! Think about their families!
The French gallery “Le goût de Luxe,” or Taste of Luxury, integrates edible edibles, mostly fruits and vegetables, into fashionable products. Check out some artichoke and raspberry carnage after the jump.
You’ve got the Party Rats. Now all you need is this ridiculous Disco Ball Hat. What’s that? You already own one? OK, excellent. Let’s get this party started!
Verse:
Chillin at the party
Hour by hour
Appetizers gettin’ stinky
Not smellin’ like a flower
Lights on my head
Bottles in my pants
Move your fuckin’ body
Cause it’s time to fuckin’ dance
Chorus:
D-I-S-C-O
Chillin’ steady, powder up the nose
D-I-S-C-O
Dancin’ all night ’till the venue closed
I’d keep going but I might get sued by David Bowie.
