I figure in Heaven there are monorails, because I hate driving but I like to go places. And I always thought mushroom shaped houses were cool. Tom doesn't like them though because curved walls mean no place to hang movie posters.
Via Neatorama, a link to pictures of Japanese ghosts guaranteed to give you a much needed chill during the summer heat.
Psst to Bonni: check out Severed Mouth Woman, "a malicious blade-wielding lady with a slit mouth (which she keeps hidden behind a surgical mask) who is bent on cutting open the mouths of strangers."
I imagine she would have a few notes to compare with La Llorona...over Bloody Marys, of course.
I have no idea what this site is about, but the art is amazing and spooky. Illustrated X rays of skulls and other bones abound, combined with fish, snakes, aliens, mythological creatures and botany.
What I saw last night, in the crowd of witches and Hagrids and Harry Potters and saucy slutty school girls and Death Eaters and Dementors and contortionists and a female Snape and Trelawneys and a Mad Eye Moody and Dumbledores and some small exciteable dogs and cast off paper fans with pictures of John Travolta in drag and candy owls and a real owl and glow bracelets and idiots with strollers complaining that people were stepping on their kids (cluephone sez: if yer kid is small enough to be in a stroller you have no reason to be shoving it through a crowd at 11:45 PM) and one lost Jedi Knight.
In this 2001 rumination, cultural visionary Douglas Coupland takes us on a wild, mind-blowing ride through the thrilling world of plastics. Fasten your seat belts. Coupland really digs plastics and who can blame him? But hey - it's not a nostalgia trip, all right? He may talk about his youth, the Disneyland of yesteryear, and seem enchanted by memories of a childhood steeped in a world of plastic wonders, but clearly he's got his sights fixed boldly on the future. Let's get that straight right now. And indeed it's all happening right now in this our fabulous "Kingdom of Contradiction." For we are the Lego children building a Lego world where plastic is an extension of our humanity, but plastic is not us. No. But perhaps it is our texture. Perhaps it is our future. Or... wait, is this the future..?