Comme J’ai Mal by Mylene Farmer

Given the transition of Faceless Day into a new face for raincoaster, this seems like a good time to introduce this video by Franco-Canuck Mylene Farmer. It’s the first song that made me aware of her, and it only did that because of the awesome power of this particular video, which just happens to be near-perfect.

Sorry, my French is a bit rusty, but I think you get the gist.

Quiz: how scary are you?

See, I didn’t cheat at all on this one and STILL got a perfectly accurate result.


You Are Scary


You even scare scary people sometimes!

Octopus Sex Man Gets Off

How’s THAT for a title?

Yes, Rodney Scott McLagan of Hobart, Australia, hereinafter and for the rest of his natural life at the very least known as Octopus Sex Man, has been released from custody with a $1500 fine and a suspended four-month sentence for possessing 31,000 images of pony, snake, dog, tiger and octopus porn.

Said the judge:

“Without the opportunity for normal sexual relationships fantasy is often indulged. It also emerges from the report that you are particularly self-conscious about your teeth.”

It is reportedly the first case of British teeth being responsible for a shokushu goukan fetish. Still, better that than throwing him back to try to swim in the human gene pool; It’s polluted enough in those waters. The Zeta Male is (surprisingly, given his usual body composition) the very opposite of buoyant.

I suppose that’s why he likes the bottom-feeding octopus.

The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife

The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife

Pic o’ the Day: Pelagic Octopus

Who needs mood lighting when you’ve got one of these? Would go beautifully with the new carpet! I bet that fashionable couple the Nyarlathoteps have one already!

Pelagic Octopus, the tiki torches of the deep!

Pelagic Octopus, the tiki torches of the deep!

From Chris Newbert’s gorgeous Gallery of Translucent Creatures at National Geographic.

Cthulhu Porn!

For some things, my friends, there are no words. The soulless perversions, both polymorphous and (shockingly) amorphous, of the cosmic aberration which is Cthulhu know bondage neither in space nor in time, nor in any other dimension either dreamed or measured.

Here, my friends, is proof. Cover your eyes and turn away, rather than click on and be damned.

Here be dragons.

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