This is a beautiful and sophisticated vintage animation of Edgar Allan Poe‘s The Tell-Tale Heart. The illustration hearkens back to the early days of the Thirties, and particularly reminds me of my copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, which is illustrated by the American Lynd Ward.
That’s about it, really.
Except that the Lutherans, by contrast, simply wish the Norwegians to burn in Hell, rather than waste any time in attempts at animal re-heterosexualizing first.
I guess they don’t like waiting.
A Lutheran priest said he hoped the organisers would “burn in hell,” and a Pentecostal priest lashed out at the exhibition, saying taxpayers’ money used for it would have been better spent helping the animals correct “their perversions and deviances”.
Got this from ArchieArchive‘s report on the Oslo exhibition of animal homosexuality. It’s a really interesting report, and the links provide some much-needed insight into the very nature of human character.
Big horn sheep “need to have sex with their own fellows just to be accepted. And by being accepted they are making up very important social relations which later give them better access to females,” says Mr Soeli.
So Hollywood really IS run by sheep. That would explain why nobody’s bought my script yet. Maybe I should have my agent fuck them…oh right. Anybody know a pretty, gay agent?
And look, here’s Annie and Susan, explained:
Among swans and flamingos there have been cases of two females living together using sexual contact with males purely to reproduce.
And, look over there, behind the bearded moss: Tom and John!
Or is it Lance and Matchew?
It has been reported that in certain bird species males double up, allowing them to control a larger territory than a heterosexual couple, which in turn serves to attract more females.
Looks like it’s working…
Now, this just does not surprise us here at the ol’ raincoaster blog. As you may be aware, we’ve never hesistated to expose the truth about the house of sordid, bent, and blood-soaked cards that is the superstar known as Elmo.
No indeed: whether he’s making a top-rated (although willing to bottom on a slow night) gay sex tape, high-hatting his erstwhile castmates, or descending gleefully into the warm, greedy embrace of malevolent pagan cults, El ‘mo has been, for those in the know, a touchstone of Hollywood excess for more than a decade.
Now, however, his decadent lifestyle has finally come to a grand finale, full of words, and tickles, and signifying nothing. His career in a shambles, his comeback Fall Over Drunk Elmo doll a dud, and desperate to pay for a crippling substance abuse and alimony habit, El ‘mo has turned to two-bit drug-running.
The Smoking Gun is there.
OCTOBER 26–A Colorado drug operation hid large quantities of methamphetamine inside Elmo dolls, according to federal investigators who yesterday announced the indictment of 21 alleged members of the ring, which transported the drug from California…
When investigators opened up the plush doll’s skull, they discovered the drug stash inside wrapped in plastic (as seen in this evidence pic). While Elmo has never previously been linked to narcotics distribution or use, the Sesame Street character appears to have no teeth, which frequently is seen in heavy meth users.
El ‘mo, unable to make bail, is currently being held in Corcoran State Prison, where he takes perverse satisfaction in the fact that he occupies the cell vacated by Robert Downey Jr.
So it’s not Doctor Tongue, so what. Here’s my Canadian Content for the day. Remember Count Floyd? The only Transylvanian vampire with a Torontonian accent and a turtleneck. They couldn’t afford a werewolf, so he did the howling, too.
Hit Play and enjoy your trip in the Wayback Machine; also, join me in wondering why Andrea Martin isn’t swamped with work. She owned Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
Yep: to make sure we can never, ever live down our most embarassing moments. Here’s what Defamer has to say about this four minute and thirty-two second glimpse straight down the gaping, gibbering maw of Hell itself.
Please, Stanley Kubrick has cast weirder
In 1984, or so the YouTube blurb legend goes, the late, great Stanley Kubrick “placed ads throughout the U.S. for young aspiring actors to send in audition tapes” for his upcoming project, Full Metal Jacket. Whether or not the director ever saw this submission–and we think the less we tell you about it the better–we cannot say.
I can say, though, and I say that if he had seen it, he’d have died right then and there.
Brace yourselves; he went to Juilliard. But then, so did Robin Williams, and I bet he’d make a more plausible Outsider.
There is also an hilarious new video which claims to be the 2006 Brian Atene, also addressing Mister Kubrick (Mister CUE-Brick!) and re-enacting a scene from Full Metal Jacket. It must be seen to be believed: Me so hoooooorny! Me love you longtime!
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