Category Archives: Literary

the revenge of Socrates

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 the death of Socrates. It ain't over yet!

After an apparently-peaceful slumber of some millennia, it appears that the legended philosopher Socrates has returned to wreak vengence on his killers. ABC via Fark.

The only thing standing in the way of safeguarding Kentucky hemlocks is the lack of funding, said Tim McClure, a state forest health environmental scientist.

“If we don’t act on this and put some resources to it, we’re looking at a major problem,” McClure said at Pine Mountain State Park, the latest site to report infested [haunted, ghoul-ridden] trees… Large-scale destruction in neighboring states has cost millions.

McClure said it’s not a matter of “if” more Plato. Yeah, I'd duck if I were you.Kentucky hemlocks will be under attack, “it’s a matter of when.”

So far, the bug [revenant] has attacked at least 100 trees at Pine Mountain and Rebel Rock in Harlan County.

Plato better watch his ass.

still not dead

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illinbut whoa, totally feeling like death would be preferable.

At least my doctor established that the weird skewbalding was due to a reaction to ibuprofen, so that’s it, no more exotic pharmaceuticals for me. I’ll stick with the Dong Quai and the aspirin, thank you very much. And the Ginger Tea. It’s true what James Barber said: it does get you high. So I guess you’re still sick, but you feel awful perky about it.

the grinding devolution of the glorious communist dream

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In which we observe an experiment in Communal Anarchy descending, in the course of one growing season, into mere Existential Hedonism. Ain’t that always the way? Sigh…

Heartlessly stolen from Up In Ontario. This should give you some idea of the kind of city we live in.

The Tomato Man stand, Trout Lake Farmer’s Market, early in the tomato-pimpin’ season.

The Tomato Man(ifesto)

and by the end of the season that had been replaced by:

Tomato Manifesto, slutting around version

Nobody wants to be the last tomato left at closing time.

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

Hug me till you drug me, honey;
Kiss me till I’m in a coma:
Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny;
Love’s as good as soma.

Fhtamily Cthurcle: Cthulhu Mythos/Family Circle mashups

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I know I’ve already featured one of these brilliant mashups from Accordion Guy, but it’s Halloween and these images are unutterable shadow-paintings from beyond the veil. So there.

Cthulhu fhtagn! Fhtamily Cthircle!

Yog Sothoth ain't gonna save ya, kid.

advice show o’ the day: Calls for Cthulhu!

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When you’re at the end of the line and you just don’t know where to turn, you might as well throw yourself into the insatiable tentacles of the utter horror which is the Great Old Ones. In fairness, Cthulhu is a more attractive host than Howie Mandel.