For some things, my friends, there are no words. The soulless perversions, both polymorphous and (shockingly) amorphous, of the cosmic aberration which is Cthulhu know bondage neither in space nor in time, nor in any other dimension either dreamed or measured.
Here, my friends, is proof. Cover your eyes and turn away, rather than click on and be damned.
Here be dragons.
Here be Cthulhu Goatse: Continue reading
For Devo:
For the record and just to warn the universe on general principles, it is now eight minutes after midnight on July 4th and the moronic bumblers working on the garage gates of our apartment building are STILL AT IT WITH THE FUCKING POWER TOOLS, sixteen hours after they started and six hours after the bylaws say they have to stop. I tried calling the noise bylaw hotline: it’s open from 9am-4pm, Monday to Friday, and there is NO VOICE MAIL.
If they really want to see a power tool up close and personal, just let them keep this up till my bedtime.
Thus: the Devo. I am self-medicating with New Wave.
Although in Operation Global Media Domination news, I note with great pleasure that my post on Ashley Kaufman at Lolebrity is on the front page of Google. The post on Gawker got kilt; wonder why? Ah, well, less competition!
How do I order wall-to-wall this?
Pretty sweet, eh? I bet you want that pattern for yourselves! Yes, this would be a big step up from my current carpeting pattern, a graphically similar arrangement of old Vanity Fair magazines.
That shot is part of an awesome series of shots of migrating cow-nosed rays (not the Steve Irwin-killing kind) taken off Mexico by Sandra Critelli, an amateur photographer, which I found through a very roundabout way via the SwimAtOwnRisk blog.
This is, without question, the roughest striptease action you’ll see all day, and that’s even IF you have those Carmen Electra workout videos.
From that cavalcade of Schadenfreude, the Failblog
Beaver shots have been neglected around here of late (we even skipped the drunk Russian beaver rampage of January, shocking to say!) but we are about to rectify that, ladies and gentlemen. We are about to make up for lost time in the only way we know how: by pandering.
So here is your shot of a smooth, cool, bad beaver, via the equally not-afraid-to-go-there NagOnTheLake:
Yes, the smooth contours of this ceramic Bad Beaver Vase by Paige Russell are evocative and moving in the extreme; why, you could even say they’re patriotic, couldn’t you? Run it up the flagpole and see what salutes.
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