DIY of the Day: Clone a Beatle!

John Lennon

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, for only $48,000 (plus shipping and handling) you, too, could clone your own morose, heroin-addicted musical icon.

A book enclosing a lock of John Lennon‘s hair has been sold at auction for £24,000.

It was part of a lot of items owned by Betty Glasow, former hairdresser to the Beatles…The inscription in the book reads: “To Betty, Lots of Love and Hair, John Lennon…”

Lennon’s hair had only been expected to fetch between £2,000 and £3,000. By our rough calculations, this would put the value of an entire mop-top at around two million pounds.

“[Glasow] feels that rather than these things being stuck in a drawer with nobody enjoying them, real enthusiasts [could] get their hands on these things.” He conveniently leaves out the bits where Glasow rakes in several thousand pounds and creepy Lennon hair “enthusiasts” get their hands on some Fab Four DNA.

Well, exactly!

Think of the fun you could have messing with a weathered-looking Paul McCartney (“ooooh, who’s the pretty one now, eh melad?“) or a professionally-bereaved Yoko Ono (“Daddy’s back, sweetheart! Didja miss me?“). Not to mention Phil Spector! (“Just coom back to give a deposition, pal! Old Ned says hi, see you soon!“).

Or Mark David Chapman.

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Merry Cthristmas!

Carol of the Old Ones
lyrics over the jump

It’s that time of year again; the time when families gather together (no, not the reading of the will!) and share what it means to celebrate Cthristmas.

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fishmen
lyrics over the jump

We at the ol’ raincoaster blog have taken to this like Deep Ones to the ocean depths, decorating not one but four different Cthristmas trees. Which one do you like best?

Nyarlathotep, yo

The Azathoth tree

Chihuly Cthristmas tree

The Chihuly tree

Cthristmas Bonus!

The Squid tree

and the latest entry:

Cthulhu Tree

the Octophrost tree

Octophrost, in case you landlubbing types didn’t know, is the Santa of the Sea. Closely related to the Cascadian Tree Octopus, Octophrost brings all the good small fry of the ocean their presents, which he carries in a large ink sac.

Octophrost is made of snow and ice … instead of shooting out ink clouds to hide he shoots out a mini blizzard of snow, that he makes all the toys himself because he’s got eight arms, and other stuff like that.

Naturally. If Santa himself had eight arms, he’d get all that present-delivering crap over with in ten minutes, and the squalling little brats at the mall wouldn’t have a chance when they made a break for it.

Now let’s all sing some Cthristmas Carols!

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Blue Solstice
lyrics, also, over the jump

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Don’t shoot me, Santa

Our first Christmas YouTube of the year! And what a heartwarming one it is, too: the Killers, performing a country-tinged “Don’t Shoot Me, Santa.”

“Don’t Shoot Me Santa” may be more “Bad Santa” than “Silent Night,” but what makes this single especially heart-warming is that all the proceeds of the song will go to Bono’s (RED) campaign, which raises money for AIDS in Africa. The single will be available for download through iTunes on World AIDS Day, December 1.

Why, this instant classic would bring a tear to the eye of the most wizened, shriveled heart, and is certainly worthy of taking its place beside such examples of the form as the 12 Days of Bollywood Christmas, A Charlie Brown Kwanzaa, Christmas on Acid, etc!

stolen from Nag on the Lake

Lyrics over the jump

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Where the Great Old Ones Are

Maurice Sendak meets HP Lovecraft!

Where the Great Old Ones Are

By Toren Atkinson
(Ahem! available on a t-shirt, should you be doing any shopping for that special someone)

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Ernest Hemingway, on drunkenness

Will that be all, sir?

“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.” – Ernest Hemingway

A fine quote of the day, particularly after a period of abstemiousness such as we have recently endured around these parts; ah, I have been in this position (barring the gender) far too many times. Let it just be said that I bear it with ill grace, and am given to asking, with the earnest expression of a dedicated seeker after mysteries, “why is it that are you are all so incredibly stupid?

quote and image from Saturday Night Souse on Constitution Club

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