Awww, now that is cute.
Dead cute.
via Mistress Cowfish
Behold, ye, the poignant, yet magnificent, splendor of Korean sculptor Hyungkoo Lee‘s soul-chillingly beautiful Animatus Collection.
From the ethereal elegance of the Geococcyx Animatus…
To the cunning, resolute malevolence of the Canis Latrans Animatus…
This is a collection destined to haunt your nightmares, and to distort and pervert your formerly peaceful daylight hours with waking dreams of senseless violence, of constant pointless striving, of meaningless ambition thwarted, always thwarted, and, most of all, the gaping, inarticulate silence of the void.
Zeta Male theory or no, I continue to wish this rotten old computer would let me play in Second Life. And from Metro comes just another reason for me to sit here, eating my heart out.
Squid-O-Grams. Kissing Squid-O-Grams.
Cuddlefish Junction Kissing Squidogram! You set up what you want the squid to say and send it off to your unsuspecting friends. What they see is a bucket. A harmless little bucket that asks them to click it. Then a squid jumps out into their face and the hilarity ensues. Get them at the main store.
Seriously, would your heart not warm to anyone, no matter how zeta, who sent you one of these? Let’s face it, this isn’t the High Renaissance: we ain’t got sonnets, but we’ve got Squid!
What a week! And it’s only Wednesday!
Bonus: Guess What Time It Is!
Hacked and hacking, plus super bonus rotten weather meaning I have nothing better to do than sit inside and fret about my poor, dead blogs, the WP.com bug that is replacing all my P tags with DIV tags, and the 1400 people who came to this blog so far today looking for the sex tape of a drug-addled, quite possibly insane woman who is, besides, bloated and criss-crossed with track marks, methface, and surgical scars. Way to go, porn surfers. Your karma must be even more toxic than Britney right about now.
Plus, I’m really, really cranky. If only I could AFFORD some nice brandy, I might calm down. Well, anything’s possible, right?
Underage prostitutes are forcing experienced sex workers to go home hungry.
The young girls are taking business away from women who have been working the streets for years, says the Papatoetoe agency that helps prostitutes over 18 who want to leave the sex industry.
Gee. Wonder why?
Ladies, I have one word for you: SWALLOW!