Category Archives: Supernatural

Saints Alive! The Cthulhu Medallion

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Cthulhu medallion

hat-tip AllThingsCthulhu

Oh, this has just GOT to work better than a Saint Christopher; after all, having millions of medals out there didn’t prevent St.Chris from getting demoted from Saint Christopher to Just A General All-Around Nice Guy Christopher?

This, instead, is something with real power behind the graven image, something worth far more than its melt or sentimental value. Sling this around your neck and have geeks falling at your feet (mind you, they do that now, but only because I claim I dropped “the chip that Woz signed for me” I’m a big meanie, I am) and maybe one of them will give you Friends and Family options. Or at least grovel on the floor, chanting. That’s always impressive.

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the anticlimactic fortune-teller!

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Not nearly as amusing as the Fortune Cookie Generator, but still cheaper than a real Gypsy, this is, however, more likely to be accurate given my well-known diner burger fetish and the fact that I eat at relatively crappy restaurants most of the time.


Your Anti Climactic Fortune


Deep into your future, I forsee: Cold french fries

The Anti Climactic Fortune Teller

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I was bitten by a poisonous spider

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Shelob

and it died.

Think about that the next time you try to get in my face about … anything at all.

I’m just saying.

PS: so there are black widow spiders here in Vancouver. You learn something new every day, eh?

Give me my footie pjs, put on my cat; I have
Immortal longings in me: now no more
The juice of the Okanagan‘s grape shall moist this lip:
Yare, yare, good CG; quick. Methinks I hear
Viggo call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of spammers, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: baby, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am tentacles and marabou; my other elements
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind CG; blog readers, long farewell.

What, I’m still here? Damn, now what am I gonna do with this soliloquy? I h8 anticlimax!

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the Amityville toaster

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Ooooooh, me wantsssss. Me wants baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. What happens when you put a poptart in?

Like, say, Britney?

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token Dead Elvis post: Happy 30th Anniversary, Necronaut!

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ELVIS! Elvis is the King!

Thirty long years have passed and I’ve still never been able to eat a pan-fried bacon and peanut butter sandwich on the crapper without sobbing…

Here’s your token Dead Elvis item, from Ruby Carpet:

A multitude of fans in Memphis gathered in sweltering heat to pay homage to Elvis Presley on the 30th anniversary of the singer’s death, resulting in the death of one 67-year-old woman in the crowd. But… is she really dead?

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