An attempt to recreate an ad campaign from a dream I had last night.
potatoes
Author: M Van Vleet
Makes you think…
In the same way that “milk and honey” are spiritually pure because they don’t harm the animals that produce them, a vampire’s kiss makes them one of the most moral monsters. In this essay, dictated to me by glowing red eyes at the foot of my bed, I will explore—
the amateur sleuth
In the drawing room, the Colonel, the gardener, the butler, Widow Abscomb, Jenny Tulip, Hubert Gentle and the vicar sat patiently as Madame Whistlepot, amateur detective, paced over the body.
“Before we go any further into discussing who the actual murderer was, I want to make one thing clear. I did not throw up when I saw the body. Any vomit here is not mine. I think dead bodies are cool and they don’t make me puke and that’s why I’m a detective.”
ugh
heck yeah I’m into NFTs!
Nominating
Fried Green
Tomatoes for Oscars in the categories of Best Supporting Actress (for Jessica Tandy) and Best Adapted Screenplay
I have to get these jokes out now before climate emergencies force me to beg an armed compound to let me in to where they keep the water and a joke like this would get me exiled for life to the WASTELANDS
Leatherbound armed guard with an animal mask made from scraps of plastic: What’s the password, wastelander?
Me: I don’t know, but I do have all my Mastodon posts inside this Trapper Keeper, there’s some pretty funny— [rifling through papers that are bursting into flame because it’s 130F]— there’s some pretty funny— hold on…
no new stories plz
dear hollywood, I would like to see a prequel story for:
> Little China before there was big trouble in it, when Egg Chen was still an egg
> Rambo, before even the first blood was shed
> the land before before before before time
> the formation of stars that would later be host to wars
That Hellraiser Prequel We All Want
Al Gendry was your average artisan of occult artifacts.
His whole life was going to hell…
Al: More bills!
Until he met… a hellraiser
Pinhead: I would like you to build me a box that makes people’s lives worse.
Al: Hallelujah!
<Pinhead winces.>
Summer, 2023… THE TORMENT NEXUS.
Once it’s done being crafted, we’ll have such sights to show you!
The Signal: EP188
The Signal: EP188 – Exactly 45 minutes of tune for dancing Euro-vampires (and everybody else). We’ve got all sorts of sounds for you, from ayahuasca ceremony field recordings to heavy dub, from wholesomely filthy octogenarian hip hop to gloomy European no wave and more.
Download by clicking on the link (or image) above. The file is available only for a limited time. If you’re interested in the tracklist, it’s in the mp3 itself, in the id3 tags. If you’d like to receive an email every time a new mix is posted, uh… ask me, I guess. I’m maintaining a mailing list by hand, like a yokel.
not the punchlines I remember
What is the difference between a sabertoothed tiger and a tuna fish sandwich?
Well if you don’t know, I’m not putting you in charge of lunch orders.
But I am putting you in charge of a top secret initiative to bring extinct species back to life with the explicit goal of letting them break free and kill as many humans as possible, making for a slow, inefficient way at tackling climate change.
What do you call an 800 lb gorilla sitting in your living room?
Charles! My god, it’s Charles, my 800 lb gorilla son! Back from the war!
My boy, you never wrote! We thought you died in some muddy trench, or tangled in barbed wire! They sent us your dog tags and a medal! A letter from the president, Charlie!
Why did they ever let a gorilla enlist, I cried! What good is a president’s sympathy when my family is shattered!
But now! You’re back! HOW?!? Oh never mind that, let me get a kettle on…
keep dialing, I’m reloading
Your call is important to us. We teach our children about your call… their imaginations light up, thinking about its possible content, about the vast stretches of quiet waiting that precede it. They chirp and bark in imitation of a call that has yet to happen, with no way of knowing if their little animal cries are accurate.
Maybe the 2nd Most Dangerous Game
The millionaire pushed another shell into the side of his shotgun and used the barrel to indicate the open meadow in front of us. “And now it is time to hunt… the most dangerous game.”
Me: “Like what, like a frisbee with razor blades on the side, or like… football but the ball is a grenade? Which game?”
Apparently I was supposed to be running, I dunno, they don’t make things clear here.