Van Gogh Unicorn Chaser

It’s hump day again. And you know what THAT means: unicorn chaser time! Today we have a roundup of happy swirling stars and happy swimming orcas.

Your swirling, starry night Van Gogh unicorn chaser:

Starry, starry, queaze-inducing night

Starry, starry, queaze-inducing night

and if that doesn’t make you feel all numinous and tingly, here are some shots of some killer whales (if the name isn’t cosy enough, try “orcas”) visiting Vancouver like a pod of bosses. Congrats to Dave Price, who got these shots which were featured in the Province newspaper. Burrard Inlet is generally too noisy and sometimes too polluted to attract whales, and no pods make it part of their regular territories. That seawall, by the way, is my regular rollerblading route. There are compensations for the rain, it must be admitted.

Orca under Lions Gate Bridge, Stanley Park Seawall and Siwash Rock in the background

Orca under Lions Gate Bridge, Stanley Park Seawall and Siwash Rock in the background

Orcas in the West Endq

Orcas in the West End

Orcas with North Van in background

Orcas with North Van in background

Orca whale tail flip in English Bay

Orca whale tail flip in English Bay

The Truly Unspeakable

I know, I know, English profs are always whining that HP Lovecraft‘s use of “the Unspeakable” and “the Unnameable” is a literary cop-out, but that, my friends, is because they are English profs, with circumscribed, English prof-y lives and limited, English prof-y experiences. If they’d venture off-campus once in awhile (let alone down eldritch and unsuspected catacombs beneath the decayed megalopolis in which they scratch and scrape an oblivious, complascent living, never venturing to the secret, subterranean city) they might have their eyes uncomfortably opened; indeed, peeled, if not actually sucked out of their sockets by …

the Unspeakable.

We have, in deference to our readers of more delicate sensibilities, hidden this abomination over the jump. Before you click on, please stow all baggage in the overhead bins or underneath the seat in front of you, ensure that your seatbelt is securely fastened, and return all trays, maiden aunts, and reanimated corpses to the upright position.

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token Blogathon do-gooder post

I promised the lovely man who bought me lunch that I’d post something that would warm the cockles of somebody’s heart today, and since none of my friends have any heart-cockles at all, I’m going to have to scatter my posts pretty widely in hopes of hitting a soft-cockle-hearted person, so here’s a moving video about recycling.

Enjoy.

Thrills! Spills! It’s positively electric(al)!

This is a Blogathon post. Don’t just sit there, SPONSOR ME!

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