Undead in Taipei

Shanghai Sky via FFFFOUND!


Alemu Aga - "Abatatchen Hoy"

String of Babies, An OctoMom Sculpture By Daniel Edwards

[MP3] Superhumanoids - Persona
[MP3] Superhumanoids - Cranial Contest

Oh No! It's OctoMom!

Paul Lewin’s original art sale

"High Fructose Corn Syrup"

Hydra with Horn
Actually the title was mine to the Untitled.
I want the original.
It would work so well in the bedroom.
Untitled
Sister Suvi - "Longlegs"


Unexpected hipster #4 is Carolyn Jones in "A Hole In The Head" by Frank Capra. Jones plays Frank Sinatra's wacky tenant and fun time girl, Shirl.

The Day of the Locust

Dolly, a miniature poodle, yawns as she is groomed backstage. Dolly is treated like a princess as she rests on her pink pillow and dons ribbons of the same color.

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE!
OctoWomby launches website to beg for donations!
I won't encourage her with a direct link, but you can find it in the article. There's even a place for comments, but unfortunately you can't see them.

PsychoOctoMom somehow reminds me of this...

Brilliant novel and rather good film too:
The Day of the Locust is a 1939 novel by American author Nathanael West, set in Hollywood, California during the Great Depression, depicting the alienation and desperation of a disparate group of individuals who exist at the fringes of the movie industry.

Plot summary
The book follows a young man named Tod Hackett who thinks of himself as a painter and artist, but who works in Hollywood as a costume designer and back ground painter. He falls in love with Faye Greener, an aspiring starlet who lives nearby. Between his work in the studio and his introduction to Faye's friends, he is soon interacting with numerous Hollywood hangers-on, including a cowboy who lives in the hills above the studios and works as an extra in cowboy movies, his Mexican friend who keeps fighting cocks, and Homer Simpson, a hapless businessman whom Faye is taking advantage of. The book ends with a riot at a movie premiere.
Further commentary to follow
after I get a decent bowl of hot and sour soup for dinner.

Only an Octopus Naturally has 8 Tentacles

And they don't need tax payer and reality TV assistance - unlike the disgusting, POS Octo-Mommy.

Sister Suvi - "Longlegs"

Repeated attempts to serve Suleman by Gutierrez were unsuccessful. The papers also reveal that none of her kids are by him, leaving their parentage still a mystery. And while she is now known as Nadya Suleman on court papers, Gutierrez listed her, under respondent as "Nadya Doud AKA Natalie Denise Suleman."
All tentacle finds via FFFFOUND!
Hey, I want to register, but I guess I'm not super special enough...

Happy Fishnet Friday - the Red & Black Edition

Retrolife

Happy Fishnet Friday! We made it through another week. Woohoo!

For Muriel's continued NSFW Fishnet Friday fun check out Nuclear Tentacles.

Red and Black by ~Late-Bloomer27

As I commented earlier, the octu-baby generator Nadya Suleman's story just keeps getting more and more unbelievable. Perhaps she should start a blog like Casey Serin. Not only does the Suleman drama include foreclosure, bankruptcy, an unemployed adult living with their parents and government assistance, but 14 f-ing kids and in vitro fertilization and God knows what else will surface. This is beyond insane!

Laid Back Pin up by ~erikfoxjackson

Harlem Shakes - "Winter Water"
Fearing Words and Punishment
... Stupefaction ...

H/T Wagga for this find: Street View vehicle kills Bambi

Oh, this is so fucking groovy:

Fearing Words and Punishment
posted by Dan
Harlem Shakes - "Winter Water"
A worm runs away from home. A short note in the middle of the night, and across the field in the rain. Out of breath and hearts racing, worm reaches the city limits and turns back only for a second before heading out into the cold open air. Barely stopping to sleep, worm eventually meets others, a new gang of friends. Starts a new life, and for weeks doesn't even think about back home. Until one day worm mistakes a worm for someone he knew back home. A beautiful young worm, reminded him of a worm, a special worm, who of course wouldn't still be so young. But it all came flooding back. Now worm sees leaves and bark and earth and water, and thinks, "Yeah, worm would like this." And at nights in the new life, worm finds himself thinking, too much, of a worm.

Doug Randle - "Coloured Plastics". What seems at first like a jingle is in fact a wistful complaint, or rather it's a jingle for post-industrial angst; a psych-pop ditty that sounds as good now as it must have in 1971, warm & catchy & spry. Listening to Randle's rediscovered and reissued masterpiece, Songs For The New Industrial State, it's an outright travesty that he's been left out of the canon. And not just the Canadian pop canon; this is the stuff of John Lennon, Harry Nilsson, the Velvet Underground's Loaded. He quotes Simon & Garfunkel here (sorta), but it's to connect the dots between their NutraSweet folk-music and this world's plastic-wrapper gloss. Nostalgia's a complicated thing in a cellophane present: even the most beleaguered hearts get some battery-powered sun.
Sister Suvi - "Longlegs"