My Circadian Squirrel post definitely widened some eyes, but clearly the art of incorporating woodland creatures into common household objects is not new. Take this 1933 advertisement for home taxidermy projects:
Vlad, sorry it’s 76 years too late for me to order this for your birthday.
You all know I love robots. But this bridal droid unnerves me.
It’s easy to create a 2-D fantasy nowadays, even edit film or produce 3-D moving images of perfection. But when we get our hands on tactile materials and attempt to construct an interactive fantasy…something goes terribly wrong.
I’m disturbed by the look on this robot bride’s face. If anything could prove that robot sentience exists, it’s THIS expression (which I interpret as “assaulted”). I dare say it’s a grim foreshadowing for this poor bot, if she ends up in the hands of a feisty fetishist.
Solidifying the creepiness is this runway clip, complete with Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” (hardly a traditional selection for either fashion OR matrimony).
What better way to commemorate leaders of the past than turning a likeness of their corpse into a giant cake?
To mark the 136th anniversary of V.I. Lenin’s birth (odd number to celebrate, no?), artist Yuri Shabelnikov created this life-sized cake in the late nineties.
I love the expressions on the children. The head section was saved for VIPs, naturally.
Source (of course)
Well, here is one of those outlandishly morbid “be careful what you wish for” lessons. I often joked that I’d opt for death by chocolate, if given a choice…some Wonka-eqsue vision of being smothered in my favorite treat.
It was funny…until it happened to someone. Now I just feel awful.
My sweet dreams have turned so sinister…
This vintage ad is sure to spark at least mild confusion, at least for people of my generation. I admit to having no clue what the “air-breathing, flesh-soft” substance actually is.
Ideas?
Rarely do I turn down a sweet treat. But I believe I’ve found one that is too unappealing, even for me. Meet the quarter pound Mallow Burger.
I’m fine with a quarter pound of marshmallow, but I take serious issue with the unnatural slug-like sheen of the “meat,” not to mention the fact that it appears to possess a circulatory system.
This post is not for the weak. I confess that I had trouble getting through the whole thing, but it’s something you might want to experience just once.
Yes Folks, it’s Captain Hook and his band of Christian pirates, storming the high seas to spread the word of Jesus. It’s entertaining, if not mildly terrifying, to see “the captain” use this theme to manipulate young minds and bastardize your favorite fairy tales.
Little Red Riding Hood becomes an allegory of Satan, with classic Big Bad Wolf lines such as “Hey Little Red Riding Hood…let’s you and me go take some dope!” Don’t believe me? Go ahead and download for yourself, but do so at your own risk…
(This post makes me think I need to have a “worst thing ever” tag)
Courtesy of Schadenfreudian Therapy.
As long as I’m discussing sound waves today, I might as well share some truly bizarre musical scores.
Faerie’s Aire And Death Waltz (from “A Tribute To Zdenko G. Fibich”) composed by John Stum:
I’m particularly fond of the performance instructions peppered throughout: Have a nice day…Add bicycle…Gradually become agitated…RELEASE THE PENGUINS…
Then we have String Quartet No. 556(b) for Strings In A Minor (Motoring Accident):
This one contains similarly entertaining directions: Players may not fly above the audience during performance…Shock therapy may be necessary to finish…With much passionfruit…
There are also such pearls of wisdom as “If arms fall off, re-attach and play much slower” and “Re-coat all of the pinatas with marmalade until most of the ox drivers have discovered the tube of antimatter won’t fit into some Barbie dolls.”
I must say, I’d be slightly frightened to step into this man’s brain.
Then we have Sylvano Bussotti’s Mobile-Stabile per Chitarre, Canto e Piano, which resembles something between a score and a mechanical blueprint.
I’m not entirely sure whether Play II for Harpsichord and Synthesizer, by John Stead is a musical score or biology textbook image:
This one would make a great poster:
World Beat Music…literally (by Wild About Music:
Holiday greeting, Stockhausen style:
Family obligations have temporarily drawn me away from my usual compulsive habit of posting each day. I should be starting up again tomorrow.
In the meantime, please enjoy this Alice in Wonderland inspired “Cheshire Cat” with questionable anatomy that I discovered on a Russian website with no explanatory text:
Allow yourself to be mesmerized and possibly horrified by his backward biceps and odd meaty thighs.
Some of you may never forgive me for this image, but I take my responsibility as a purveyor of oddities seriously. My faithful reader OhTheHumanity (who will get a feature post soon) sent this over.
This item is fundamentally wrong on so many levels, it nearly caused my brain to short circuit.
Would anyone in the universe purchase this for a child? Would that child ever recover? Was it in fact manufactured by sadistic psychotherapists to ensure a pressing need for their services?
Note: if your baby is afflicted with this particularly disturbing pattern of hirsutism, please enlist the help of a doctor immediately.
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