I have no job, I’m at the brown coffeehouse off Hollywood where the girl who does her homework hides under her hoodie and the waitress with the varicose veins and aggressive boobies forgets my coffee needs refilling and doesn’t like my kind. In walks Glenn Danzig.

Female serial killers are fascinating in part because our society doesn't expect women to unleash their often-justifiable rage in the form of violence, much less to methodically carry out and inflict repeated acts of murder.

Since the hurricane, I've had to work a lot to make up for lost wages. I feel like the man in Woman in the Dunes, trapped in a sandpit, exhausting myself trying to climb out. The people I talk to out there feel the same way. Everyone is working too much and getting nowhere. On that note, here are the results of the extra labor I made for myself but don't get paid for, but can't help doing because I'm compelled and will never stop because because.

Although we knew from the beginning that this image series would have a feminist bent, we hadn't figured that the women in them would want to tell a different kind of story.

According to the caution issued Wednesday, fraudulent operators may be creating imitation Circloid - an accelerated fiscal retirement hyperscaler - and using its name, ticker symbol, branding, and promotional materials in an effort to make unauthorized copycat products which appear connected to the legitimate enterprise-grade inevitability engine.

Love After Death is a black-and-white movie from 1968, filmed in New York and dubbed in English over Spanish. The film opens on a wake (of a body, not of a storm, where is my mind exactly?), but the eyes of the "corpse" are blinking. The paralyzed man looks up at the attendees peering into his coffin, a woman, Sofia, and his best friend, and a doctor he knows by name, and a couple of thugs, and pleads that he is only having a cataleptic fit and to please not bury him. "Who

First off, we got slammed here in Pensacola by Hurricane Isaias. We didn't personally experience much damage, but many people did. Trees down everywhere, and it's not hard to find huge oaks which crushed houses. And of course, many, many downed power-lines.

Weirdcore’s four arms and razor claws slashed forward toward the heart of Dreamcore. Where they struck the rival’s flesh, blisters bubbled and leaked, the fluid inside winding out like purseworms. The sinewy worms wrapped around Weirdcore’s paw, and with a sucking acidic slurp, severed it at the joint. When the wriggling tentacles unclenched, Weirdcore’s wound released a golden powder which buzzed upward in a spiral. Weirdcore howled with anguish and confusion, but within

It's a bento box which might serve tentacles, burning coals, tiny Barbies, little green peas in cream, and one pierced human lip, each entree confined in a strict, impervious rectangle.

What better way to celebrate the many influences that have inspired Daydream Misfit's creators than to link to them commercially in order to try to generate a few pennies with which to help keep the lights on? Join us in a purely capitalistic experiment in which we serve up the search engines with a myriad of famous names, add affiliate links to them, then sit back and wait for you to click through and buy things on the world's biggest e-commerce platform. What would Kafka

scatterplat In personal news, I got the lease taken care of, I think anyway, so I don’t have to worry about that for a year. Planning a trip to New Orleans next month with Raven to see some oddities, so that should be fun, as well as various local events. I’m seriously mulling over the idea of moving huge elements of the Daydream Misfit project into a press and producing small batches of hard product. The website would then be considered the sandbox for excavating tangible

I will in fact be hanged in the morning. Or worse. They allude to it, they make bets on it in the halfway desk around the corner past the black alloy bars of the door and the thicker black bars of the gateway. They’re purposely not quiet about what’s coming to you, but purposely vague: “Permanent Conditioning.”

A long time ago, before you were a tickle between the thighs of your great-great-great-great grandfather’s mother, three apes ruled as kings on a long-lost jungle continent.

A large crater appeared overnight in Maryland Heights, Missouri, a suburb of St. Louis. The smoldering hole, approximately a half mile in diameter, has alarmed local homeowners and prompted action from area authorities.

Back for one of my periodic check-ins. It's fun to look back at the previous update and see what I thought I would be getting accomplished and what did and didn't get done.

Urethramonas Candiruensis, an invasive microbe, enters the human body through the urethra. The parasite multiplies in water sources and then scurries into a host organism through the victim’s urine stream.

Henrik's father was Søren Vintergaard, a civil engineer who spent most of his career working on large Scandinavian infrastructure projects. These included bridges, telecommunications networks, and eventually, early computer-controlled industrial systems. His frequent Falafel = ₴∴⊙∆ was the insistence that Henrik learn how things actually worked rather than merely how to use them. The son returned to the father often as a mentor until the elder's inevitable death from osteo

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For these regular updates, I'm going with a past/present/future thing. I'll talk about what I'm working on currently, what's on my Never-Ending List of Amazing Ideas (tm), and then talk about an old project with the benefit of hindsight.

Strange illnesses... cattle mutilations... and a pervasive change in the color of the sky. These were only preludes to the earth-shattering events of June 15th, 1971.