Rate My Rat is an ingenious plan to call attention to the ways in which NYC publicly funded Subway cleanup is sorely lacking. New Yorkers have been asked to submit their subway rat photos, and the gallery is open for viewing and rating.
My favorite? I call this one Hedonism Rat:
Tell me he doesn’t remind you of Hedonism Bot on Futurama…
I must say I was delighted with the folks in my homeland for coming up with this absurdly wonderful campaign.
Check out the rat gallery here.
I am completely in love with Noah Doely’s photographs.
Perfectly surreal little worlds in sepia, with just the right amount of macabre, mystery and wonder…
See more here.
Behold, the Castle Grayskull igloo!
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I vaguely remember this special…
Aww…look at this little gentleman from Handmade Stuffs:
A little metallic minimalism:
And for those who don’t want minimalism, a giant ball of Christmas pudding:
Absolutely no comment here. This blog is a family establishment.
Hey…Santa isn’t supposed to be a rugged lumber jack! If this version of our beloved St. Nicholas showed up at my house, I’d give him yard work to do.
If Santa were a Shih Tzu:
And this one appears to have had a run-in with some pepper spray.
He sees you when you’re sleeping…
Now for some beautiful sweets, a gingerbread typewriter:
If anyone has either of these musical gems, please share!
On the other hand, please do NOT send me this album. Oh Scott Weiland…why? I gave STP quite a few spins in my adolescence, but Weiland’s crooning on this album makes me sad, uncomfortable, and a bit embarrassed for him. Go ahead and listen to some samples if you want to see why this is what the bad children should get for Christmas.
Speaking of sad, it looks like this Santa was just released from the burn unit:
One of a series of Christmas illustrations by Graham Wilson (he does some great Christmas/Halloween mashups too).
Proportion? Never heard of it. Santa is magical. He can do what he wants.
A decoration for the Trekkies!
Kitteh refuses to be your holiday prop (I love the hand on the left, presumably going to help…a little too late).
This X-ray tree by Nick Veasey (whom I could have sworn I posted about before, but is not turning up in my searches) would make a wonderful holiday card.
Or if you prefer a glow in the dark variety:
We’ll finish with this amazing Harold Lloyd Christmas tree, recently posted by my friends at Unusual Life.
My desktop is especially cluttered with treats right now, but I’ll choose a few to share…
I have a massive collection of vintage Krampus greetings, but this one (shared by my friend Kevin) was new to me this year. It is perhaps one of the most ominous holiday greetings in existence.
I suppose there’s also this:
Well, I guess THIS could happen too.
Santa, eat some cookies. This doesn’t look…natural.
Santa’s true anatomy is clearly documented here:
And here:
Hot.
Much jolly-ness…
“Have a Living Christmas Tree Ornament in the House.” Yes folks, remember that pets are nothing more than objects to adorn for your own amusement (I’ve had a few retrospectively comedic instances of people not picking up on my sarcasm, but anyone who has followed this blog knows I adore and respect pets more than most humans).
In the mid 20th century it was proper etiquette to smile during imminent danger.
Okay kids, on the count of three, smile and say FIERY HORROR!
Speaking of…
Ice cream on a tree? I like the way you think.
For some reason I really enjoy this old catalog page, despite not actually liking most of the candy in it (people choose hard candies when chocolate exists?). Points for aesthetics though.
Now for an EEEEEEVIL twist:
And from my Sinister Gift Guide:
Sorry abomindable snowman…I find you kind of adorable.
Today, I give an early holiday gift to your inner child…if your inner likes mad scientist concoctions and exploding things.
Engineer Alan Sailer created a fascinating photo set in which he filled Christmas ornaments with various substances and snapped pictures of them exploding (courtesy of a pellet rifle).
Cake Sprinkles:
All of these were done using a homemade microsecond flash.
Chapstick:
Vanilla Pudding (dyed red):
Play Doh:
See the rest of the set here.
Soon I will post some holiday goodies, but let’s see what non-celebratory things we have lurking on the desktop today…
To whet your appetite, we’ll begin with this stunning scene (about which I will refrain from commenting):
And for dessert: VITAMIN DONUTS. I believe this was once an actual product.
You can wash those donuts down with a glass of Pilk. It’s deloinkful. (This comes from the parody program “Look Around You”…which is wonderful)
And while we’re on the topic of programs (I wonder if I’ll have to deal with this in my practice someday)…
Does anyone know where this comes from? I can’t place it.
Ooh…getting ideas for future projects from this 17th century secret poison case…
Perhaps I should procure some Pink Pills for Pale People.
Kind of wish I were made of cogs, gears and wires…
Someone’s documented my party habits (except I probably wouldn’t even be drunk):
This post brought to you by Mr. Mandrake Root (wish I could remember where I got this from):
Looking for something a little different to hang on your wall or perch on your mantle? Why not give Grand Ole Bestiary a try?
“The Grand Ole Bestiary is a collection of faux-antique, anthropomorphic, mythological curios. Each one carefully recovered from ancient catacombs discovered buried deep inside the molten core of a metaphysical holy mountain.”
Go ahead and mix one of these in with regular family portraits. If anyone notices, make up a name and an entertaining story describing your relation.
Some of them remind me a bit of Walter Potter taxidermy vignettes.
Aww…how precious.
Of all potential purposes for a saw, I’m surprised they took the “make a life sized fake woman” angle for this ad.
In the many idealizations of beauty I’ve seen from every era, I believe this is the only one that involves having a giant pastry head. When will the media stop setting unrealistic standards?
Victorian photo manipulations…take THAT, Photoshop!
I’ve heard the term “putting on one’s face” but…
Oh boy, do I love this…
And this…
I relate to you, 70′s Textbook Girl.
Keep up with science? Don’t mind if I do!
I quite enjoy this Capybara illustration. It’s got AT-TI-TUDE! Wish I knew which artist to credit…
Oh hi, little fella…love your curlicue nostrils.
I refuse to believe that isn’t a real ad because it is entirely valid medical treatment.
And while we’re on the subject of cats, I’ve seen this scratch pad in a few different places and it fills me with extreme joy every time. I will one day hand make this for cats in my life.
This post was brought to you by Satan’s mop.
Holy Meatscape! Be still, my cholesterol-laden heart!
Ground control to Major Squirrel…
This is how to get me to follow you anywhere…trail of candy jars.
Ah, art imitating life. These two are positively inseparable in the wild.
Mmmmm…I bet she never slept better.
Take note, gentlemen…getting her in a headlock with a seemingly imminent neck snap MAY spoil the mood. Ladies, take note…limp and lifeless is the proper amorous stance:
I’m not sure if this ad is cute, romantic, obscene, awkward…or all/none of the above.
Now THIS is a hot dog display! Look out, Xmas dinner table of mine…wiener tree is happening!
Which one of these cake wrecks would be the best complement to the wiener tree? Deadpan shock?
…or horrified zombie Santa from Hell?
Speaking of cakes, look at THIS (care of My Ghoul Friday):
I’m sorry, but this is seriously NOT how to become one with Jesus.
I’m used to the term “deluxe” meaning that my sandwich will come with fries on the side…not a severed human head with glass eyes.
Never underestimate what nature does when you’re not looking. I leave you with a philosophical question: if a tree eats a fence in the forest and no one is around to see it…does the fence still get digested in a fibrous mass of sappy, fibrous tree guts?
