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Chilling, Thrilling Sounds of the Haunted House

I totally remember this album. Click through for a listen...

Chilling

Russian pickle-suit humping and literally-flaming-ass-on-glass-pressing, etc.

I'm posting this so Rob won't have to—and I'd hate for anyone to miss it. As he said, he's not posting it "because my mother reads the blog every now and then. But holy shit, the Russians have surpassed the Japanese in pop weirdness. Furries, pickle suits, naked people insane narratives—I want my Russian MTV.... It's worth turning the sound up, and it is TOTALLY worth watching to the end."

Pickle

[NSF-Anywhere.]

Onstad gets Ignatz

And accepts in Achewoody style, with someone wearing a gorilla suit and a "Dude and Catastrophe" t-shirt:

Spxape

The high point of this year's Ignatz Awards ceremony, hosted by PW Comics Week's own Heidi MacDonald and held during the 13th annual Small Press Expo (SPX), was the presentation of the Outstanding Online Comic award. It was accepted on behalf of Achewood creator Chris Onstad by a gorilla in an Achewood T-shirt—well, a cartoonist in a gorilla suit and an Achewood T-shirt—whose lengthy sign-language acceptance speech was "translated" into English by presenter Nicholas Gurewitch, creator of another popular Web comic and now book collection, The Perry Bible Fellowship.

We're rollin' they're hatin'

How did I miss this? From Chicago to NYC. This show needs to get to the West Coast.

Rollinhatin_nyc799423

More info and exhibit pics on the show's blog.

Thanks for the tip, Jacob! (Who has secret arty D&D plans of his own....)

The LOLCat Bible (a.k.a. Teh Holiez Bibul)

"In teh beginnin Ceiling Cat was invisible, and he maded the skiez and da earths, but he did not eated it."

"Escape from the Chosen One archetype"

What a wonderful short chronicle of (what I'm sure is a very typical) flight from and return to fantasy fiction, in the ever-awesome Onion AV Club. Robert Jordan surely died to soon, but his atrocious series didn't. The Wheel of Time is second only to Oblivion when it comes to rage and spite over wasted hours in my own personal brief-time-on-this-planet cosmological world-view.

Recent Arrivals at my house


  • The first disc of Californication. I had heard it was kind of sucky, but it was much, much better than I thought it would be. Good enough that we're going to watch the rest of the season (which is doubly amazing since we haven't even started watching new Weeds yet).

  • The deafening sound of, apparently, a heavy-duty drilling rig that's boring through—I'm just guessing here—a deep, abandoned well that's been filled with hundreds of thousands of thick metal dinner plates. It's been echoing across the Qwest Field parking lot, coming from King Street Station. It sounds like they're destroying Amtrak.

  • An official, bona fide Roast Beef greeting card (thanks, Tom!)

  • A keg of Rainier, for the Post-Natal Kegger (and, hence, a deductible business expense!) (what, you didn't know you were at a client party?)

  • A Roku Netflix box, which we aren't hooking up until we're done with our deadline for Beasts: Book Two. The tension is nigh unbearable. Unopened consumer electronics? Sacre bleu!

Humans

  • Beijing Shanghai Other Seattle Jason
    For whom my jealousy currently knows no bounds has subsided to normal levels
  • AL
    "For fuck's sake"-saying secret Space Shuttle pilot
  • Ben
    My personal economist
  • Boy Jill
    Child star, misanthrope
  • Dalton
    a.k.a. "Words"
  • HB
    My high-plains baby-mama
  • Hunts
    Big giant soft-spoken death-cheater
  • Jason
    Hard-rocking, hi-tech coolio
  • Jill
    Muffin baker, dream taker (and don't miss her food blog either)
  • Jim
    Funny, in Booklyn
  • Jot
    Rock 'n' roll Dungeon Master
  • JPD
    Spread-eagled beagle guy
  • Karin
    My editor/hero
  • Kurt
    Fighting crime with his homemade suit of armor
  • Shanti
    Drinks a lot, or not at all
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