You want Zen?
You can’t handle Zen, motherfucker.
Whatever you call them, you are wrong.
Whatever they call you, they are wrong.
Now, dear one, tell me: where do you call to? And to whom?
The true call is silent and there is no misunderstanding it
once your ears are tuned to hear it.
channeling the late, lamented and demented Robert Anton Wilson
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What do you people think? Is he going after Cthulhu this time?
It’s just too bloody perfect, you know. The protagonist in The Call of Cthulhu was an aging archaeologist with a reputation for doing things his own way. With his trusty buddy, Inspector Legrasse, he crosses the globe, attempting to puzzle out the mysterious connection between a precious religious artifact, a cannibalistic cult of Louisiana swamp dwellers, and a vicious tribe of Greenland Esquimaux.
Blowing away forever all pretence to cool I may once have possessed, I have re-edited Howard Phillips Lovecraft‘s immortal Gothic tale The Call of Cthulhu, and placed at its heart a certain Midwestern academic who is, himself, no stranger to the strange.
Right-click, Save As:
Indiana Jones and the Call of Cthulhu: complete text by raincoaster
Also: Indy in a hat. Still hawt?
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and, I think, comes out the winner. The woman may be batshit insane, but she does look both fabulous and happy. This is what Edgar Alan Poe wanted to grow up to marry or become, I think.
Wrenched from the delicate grasp of the Manolo, who got it from Gala. At some point, Perez Hilton was involved, and that always ups the drama factor.
“This is the best thing to wear for the day, you understand, because I don’t like women in skirts, & the best thing is to wear pantyhose or some pants under a short skirt I think, then you have the pants under the skirt, & then you pull the stockings up over the pants underneath the skirt, & you can always take off the skirt & use it as a cape, so I think this is the best costume for the day. …I have to think these things up, you know? …Mother wanted me to come out in a kimono so we had quite a fight.” — Little Edie
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Hmm, bit of a surprise here, as I was expecting cyberpunk (does serving lattes to William Gibson for a solid year count for NOTHING?) but then, I have no more faith in technology than I do in human nature!
In A Post-Apocalyptic World, Who Would You Be?
You are a Bounty Hunter
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Also, how does that synch up with this:
Which heroic sword fighter are you?
You are Joan of Arc, maid of Orleans! You are a born leader. Your strengths include a sharp mind and determination, your weaknesses include a certain degree of self-righteousness and difficulty compromising. You would rather die than betray your beliefs. You are more popular than you realize.
Oh, yeah… you are also quite possibly insane.
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SO way classier than Debbie doing Dallas. But these guys didn’t take their boots off in the climactic scene either.
Dirty toenails: from porn stars to Norman invaders, an eternal shame.
This is actually a very clever animation of the historic and dignified (far too dignified for the likes of us, actually) Bayeux Tapestry (although not so historic as to not be up to date with, like, totally its own website if not a Flickr account), which documents the Norman Invasion in 1066, one of the few dates I remember from history (hell, I think my last date was in 1067) and my historic in and of itself attempt to get all the way through Will and Ariel Durant‘s entire output. I think they’re JK Rowling‘s ghostwriters nowadays, actually, at least it looks that way from the word count.
shamelessly pillaged from HopeEternal
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