Or at least extreme jack o’lanterns.
I rarely post anything anyone sends me, which is a shame, as I am very lazy, yo. But I’m just contrarian enough to reject the help when people offer it for free.
Except when they offer this: jack o’lanterns from Extreme Pumpkin, in the shape of an octopus attacking a fish and a flaming tiki god. Thanks, Metro!
No idea what this means, if it’s supposed to mean anything. But I’m okay with it. Whatever it means.
This pic says it all, really. The Aniston/Jolie star wars are what originally drove me off VanityFair’s forum…not just once, not just twice, but fully three times. If the Team Aniston/Team Jolie throng resurface again for yet another death match I’m just gonna suggest they take it to meatspace. Or, given my assumptions about vast hordes of women with far too much time on their hands, an overidentification with celebutards, and a propensity to take other people’s marriage problems far, far too personally, let’s call it “lardspace” instead.
from the Worth 1000 Star Wars photoshopping contest, via BoingBoing.
is one of these:
I’m addicted to this man. He could film a bloody sock puppet video, drunk, and it would be the early–Warholian apotheosis of sock puppet videography. Here’s his video for sunlightsquare‘s song Dub O Matic.
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