There’s something inexpressibly eerie about these 60- some-odd photographs of WWII-era planes and ships lying in their watery graves. Truly, the ocean depths are as close as we can get to an extraplanetary experience; this is not our world. We are slow, clumsy intruders blundering our bubbly way from one unspeakably ghostly site to the next, the silent life which teems all around us more alien than any of which fiction has conceived. We do indeed live on a placid isle of ignorance, and it is not meant that we should voyage far.
Category Archives: Weird
Don’t shoot me, Santa
Our first Christmas YouTube of the year! And what a heartwarming one it is, too: the Killers, performing a country-tinged “Don’t Shoot Me, Santa.”
“Don’t Shoot Me Santa” may be more “Bad Santa” than “Silent Night,” but what makes this single especially heart-warming is that all the proceeds of the song will go to Bono’s (RED) campaign, which raises money for AIDS in Africa. The single will be available for download through iTunes on World AIDS Day, December 1.
Why, this instant classic would bring a tear to the eye of the most wizened, shriveled heart, and is certainly worthy of taking its place beside such examples of the form as the 12 Days of Bollywood Christmas, A Charlie Brown Kwanzaa, Christmas on Acid, etc!
stolen from Nag on the Lake
Lyrics over the jump
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Sockthulhu!
– his diet consists mostly of squirrels, chunky bars, and the souls of the damned
From Kadath in the Cold Waste (via Ecto) comes Sockthulhu! Loathesomely tattooed over his squamous hide with the polychromatic, crawling patterns of Nordic knitwear, Sockthulhu is invulnerable to the brutal winter conditions, utterly unafraid of Ithaqua the Windwalker, and completely machine-washable!
Squid and the killer commute
From the immortal Too Much Coffee Man:
I hear ya; in fact, this is how I, myself, get to work every day. While it’s true I work in my livingroom, I believe that it’s critically important never to pass up the opportunity for an interstellar Squid express whenever it may present itself. If you take only one thing away from this blog, I hope it is that knowledge. Thank you!
Where the Great Old Ones Are
Maurice Sendak meets HP Lovecraft!
By Toren Atkinson
(Ahem! available on a t-shirt, should you be doing any shopping for that special someone)





