Category Archives: Supernatural

quiz: which tarot card are you

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You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

And before you get too snippy about tarot, how scientific do you think the What World Leader and What Classic Movie Are You quizzes were, eh? Answer me that!

Stole this from Maikopunk, who stole it from JNads.

ad placement o’ the day

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The last thing the millionaire rapist sees will be... 

From the Sun, via Fark, which seems to have totally missed this charming juxtaposition. You must go to the site click here to see one of the adds they’ve got in rotation on this story. I’m thinking somebody’s media buyer just got fired.

Short form: imprisoned rapist Iorworth Hoare wins lottery. Upon release, moves to expensive neighborhood. Is terrorized by giant European Eagle Owl.

Hogwarts 1: rapists 0.

In related news, fellow WordPress blogger and Vancouverite Marcus Frind, president of the Internet dating site Plenty of Fish, helped the US Marshals track down one of their most wanted criminals after he discovered the man was living with a woman he’d met through the site. Not exactly the kind of publicity I’d be hammering home to the public, myself. I mean, the news that my company is cooperating with law enforcement and putting away killers = good. The news that spree killers are trolling my dating site for women = bad.

But maybe that’s just me.

NSFW website o’ the day: Les Nouveaux Yeux de Googly Sur Le Coq

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Googlycock 

From the Infomaniac comes news of this marvelously amusing little website, great for whiling away the hours until your next blood sacrifice or furry convention. Whether browsing the forums or modelling for your own glamour shots, there are hours of amusement here for the whole quality-entertainment-starved family. Continuing our Muppety–themed week, we present what must surely be the Website o’ the Month if not the Year at the ol’ raincoaster blog, Googly Eyes On Cock.

With bonus Nyarlathotep cock.

Monstro escapes, terrorizes Eastern seaboard

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The world is your lobster 

Yep, I wouldn’t wanna be a Massachusetts mussel with this insatiable leviathan prowling around out there.

Monstro the monstrous lobster has been set free to slake his bloodlust once again on the unsuspecting bivalves of the Atlantic coast. After holding the rapacious crustacean thirty days in captivity, his captors bowed to pressure from special interest groups and released him, to prowl the sea bottom once again. Truly the End Times are upon us; note the name of his temporary resting place: quaintly charming, or sinisterly forboding?

The giant lobster caught 100 miles off the Massachusetts coast spent last month in the lobster tank at Angelica’s Restaurant in Bethlehem. He recently was returned to the water, just off the southern tip of West Island, five miles from New Bedford, Mass.

Fred Cunha, the restaurant owner, bought the 37-inch Monstro with his 15-inch-long claws from a New Bedford fishing boat in mid-October. Cunha estimates Monstro is 50 years old…

After persistent lobbying from diners and his 7-year-old daughter Angelica, Cunha decided to raffle off Monstro, with the winner deciding whether to send him to the ocean or the cooking pot.

So Monstro lounged in the restaurant’s tank with Mr. Crabby, Angelica‘s pet 2-pound lobster, feasting on minced crab and scallops…

Until…

the king of pop and lord of the abyss

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the king of pop and lord of the abyss

From Defamer comes pictoral evidence that Michael Jackson, the so-called King of Pop, is well on the way to Transition in the classic Innsmouthian mode, if not actually Arkhamian.

Eagle-eyed commenter Valet of the Dolls was the first to suggest the uncanny resemblance to legended and unspeakable aquatic hybrids. I think the connection is more sinister still.

It is the Thing on the Doorstep.

There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences…The butler, tougher-fibred than I, did not faint at what met him in the hall in the morning. Instead, he telephoned the police. When they came I had been taken upstairs to bed, but the – other mass – lay where it had collapsed in the night. The men put handkerchiefs to their noses.

What they finally found inside Edward’s oddly-assorted clothes was mostly liquescent horror. There were bones, to – and a crushed-in skull.

Well yes, but he paid for that. And the nose is his own; he still has the receipt!