WELCOME

Welcome. Glad to see you here in our world of strange fascinations. What do we find so strangely fascinating? Well, a lot of things, really. To sum it up...we're predisposed to the paranormal, attracted to the anachronistic, responsive to retro, passionate about pop culture, captivated by kitsch, orgasmic over the odd. This is our warehouse. Stay as long as you like. Scrawl something on the wall (we'd really like that). Just don't open that door over there behind the life size cardboard cut-out of Agent Dale Cooper. Why? Never mind. Just don't. Unless, of course, you've always wanted to be the subject of a "weird news" headline.

Velkommen. Glad for at se Dem her i vores verden på en mærkelig hensyn. Hvad ser vi så mærkeligt Fascinerende? Godt, en masse ting, virkelig. Til sidst det up...we »ad været tilbøjelig til at se, tiltrukket af det utidssvarende, lydhør over for refleksanordninger, lidenskabeligt om POP kultur, påtage ved kitsch, orgasmic over mærkeligt. Det er vores lager. Ophold så længe man vil. Scrawl noget på væggen (vi fortsat virkelig gerne høre).

OI! PSSST. HAVE YOU MET OUR MASCOT? DON'T MIND THE GOOGLY EYES.
Yeah, she's definitely creepy with that unsettling gaze trained on the camera courtesy of those big, googly eyes, but from the moment we saw her pallid mug in the musty pages of "Wisconsin Death Trip", Michael Lesy's 1972 cult classic compendium of death, disease, disaster and degradation in 1890s Black River, Wisconsin, we knew that this nameless vixen of yore would forever have a stranglehold on what passes for our heart. And, of course, she's perfect for this dark and shamelessly skewed blog. If we had the time and the focus, we'd have T-shirts made that said "I suck the life out of Cheeseheads, Go Packers!" But, luckily, we have adult ADD and will never do it. Including her eerie little face in our blog is the best we can do. We just hope that our readers appreciate our creepy little friend as much as we do. In fact, we feel a poll coming on...





CLOCKS ROCK! But...Aufpassen! We Will Not Be Responsible For Wasted Hours, Minutes, Or Intentions.
Oh, yeah....we have a theme song. Two, in fact. And a whole lot of back-up possibilities. (Videos are down below.)

Our Theme Song

A BLOG WITHOUT MUSIC IS LIKE A DAY WITHOUT BEER. IT CAN BE DONE, BUT WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO? WE HOPE THAT YOU'LL ENJOY OUR RECOMMENDED SELECTIONS.

Enhance Your Viewing Pleasure

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COMING SOON! LISSA D'S "FLICKS FOR CHICKS" MOVIE PICKS AND RANDOM MUSINGS

COMING SOON! LISSA D'S "FLICKS FOR CHICKS" MOVIE PICKS AND RANDOM MUSINGS
NEXT POST: LISSA EXPLAINS WHY SHE THINKS THAT "KILL BILL" IS A NECESSARY CINEMATIC THRILL.

How To Make A Pink Squirrel

How To Make A Pink Squirrel
Why wait? Get in the pink. Click on the rodent for the recipe for a classic Pink Squirrel cocktail..

Friday, September 9, 2011

We're Strangely Fascinated By...


                                                                  FLAPPERS

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Take a flapper tutorial at
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flapper


Don't know why. Perhaps because they were the first wave of the so-called "modern woman." Even though the first flapper black-bottomed her way across a speakeasy dance floor almost a hundred years ago now, the images and clips of the flapper era seem strangely modern, allowing us to relate to these young woman in a way that we can't to their counterparts in previous centuries. It's odd to think that these cigarette smoking, gin swilling, knee-rouged, outspoken young women dubbed "flappers" by the 1920s press went on to become the little old ladies of the 1960s and 70s. Cutting edge in their time, crocheting grannies in ours, these erstwhile sirens of the speakeasies paved the way for...well...uh...Snookie. But we can't really blame them for that, can we?



                                                                 ROCKING HORSES









Read about rocking horses
http://mistyhorizon2003.hubpages.com/hub/I-Want-to-Buy-an-Antique-Rocking-Horse

Again, not sure why we're so passionate about these wooden horses that never go anywhere. But if someone handed us a million bucks and said, "You can only spend this on rocking horses", we would happily embark on a quest to seek out and buy as many of the little nags as we could. We like the older ones the best, the ones with manes and tails made of real hair, and skin made of real horsehide. Yes, we realize that we're making PETA cringe. But, let's face it, the horses that supplied that hair and hide have been dead a long time, and no amount of self-righteousness is gonna bring 'em back. So rock on, little hide and hair horses. Rock on.


  GLOW IN THE DARK SAINTS



Well, actually, we're fascinated by glow in the dark things in general. But we find Catholic religious icons that glow in the dark especially delicious. Little snippets of green phosphorescence in a darkened room to light the way to salvation, or, perhaps, to warn us away from Hell. And apparently, the Catholic Church supports the public's passion for glow in the dark icons because true seekers can go here to order a glow in the dark crucifix key chain blessed by none other than Pope Benedetto XVI himself.  Father Ted would be proud. And for those with a more secular bent, look at the glow in the dark things that your green glowing money can buy...
   


http://www.internet-d.com/tag/wtf/page/18/
www.birthdaypartydepot.co/yo-yos/


http://www.sneakerfreaker.com/lemontree/1287219127/
And we want it. Oh, yes, we do. We want it all.





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