Being a notable scientist requires a thin line to be walked between the brilliant and the stone-crazy. This series of illustrations titled,”Science vs. Delirium” by graphic designer Simon Bent give some props to our greatest scientific figures LSD-testing style.

When a double-dip recession looms and unemployment is at a record high what should you invest your money in, you ask? Koala Poop Earings of course. Maybe dangling mammal fecal matter from your ears isn’t really your thing but you would like to display your wealth prominently. Well, I offer you a Tasmanian Devil turd gilded in genuine 23 carat gold leaf embedded in a paperweight, my good sir. Poop for sale, people. Poop for sale.

Yo sculptor Tony Cragg, you actin’ real dicey right now. Really though, the dude is sick with it. CEE-LOOOOOOO!

Working with hammer-formed steel and re-purposed objects Greg Brotherton brings the creepy heat! It’s like Tim Burton and Hieronymus Bosch copulated with a Goodwill donation bin. Pleasant dreams need not apply.

Sometimes doodling can get out of control. Just ask Skeme’s Mom. If Mrs. Skeme has seemingly lost her perspective Jason Sho Green has gone bat-shit crazy! From afar these amazing quilted assemblages of ball point pen marvelings appear to look like well executed portraits. Up close, you have bought yourself a ticket to Doodle World where Robocop pulls a gat on your neck and overweight naked men bask on the clouds in your head. You are killing it with these Jason. Wow.

What the bicuspid, cuzzy?!  Tattoo-able real estate is truly limited on the human body. Since you have already thrown a few Nascars on your back, some bacon and eggs on your head, a MySpace logo on your pubic region, a bong smoking dolphin on your tricep and a Hello Kitty on your tongue - what’s left to ink? Your teeth you imbecile! For a very reasonable fee you can get your crowns sent off to a very pleasant looking young couple who offer the bizarre service of custom tattooing your teeth. Now …

Go big and get small! Anja Markiewicz freaks it with her miniature origami skills. Strange, true and obscurely useful, her mini-skills are major.

The good people at Chillingsworth & Co. have teamed up with your boys at Two Four Flinching to bring you a monthly mixtape guaranteed to make your ears open wider than the mouth of Francisco Domingo Joaquim. Our maiden voyage honors Brand Nubian wordsmith Grand Puba. What’s the 411, hun?