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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.)

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

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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..

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Mannequins Make Life Hell

That's right, strangelust succubi and wanton wastrels. It's the first Friday of what looks to be a long, overwhelming month, which means that it's time once again for another post on that most horrifying of man-made creations---the mannequin. As horrified as we are by mannequins and all that they represent (which we can't even begin to articulate this late on a Friday afternoon without some sort of fortifying addition to our bloodstream), our "creepy mannequin" posts seem to be our most popular. Call us an attention whore, but we like having readers. So, grab a stiff drink, swallow hard and long, and take a gander at the godawful images we've found of mannequins from all over the world. (Oh, yeah, they're freaking everywhere. It's a plague.)
The theme here seems to be "scary mannequin." As though the adjective is necessary!
Too real, too real, too real. Next picture, please.
Arty concept or toilet humor? The real question is, why must they exist at all? Mannequins, that is. We are cool with the toilet
If God had wanted mankind to make plastic likenesses of people and stick them on pedestals in stores, we would have been given the ability to make them somehow look less creepy. But since that isn't the case, apparently, why not just switch to artistic shelves or clothes holders or something? They would never come to life at night.
No, no, no. Ever. Jeez....
Wide mouthed mannequins are waaaay too prevalent. Is it an inside joke? A conspiracy? All we know is that we hate this mannequin..
What's Mr. Roger doing here? What do you think? We get scared uploading these photos of mannequins in our dark flat at all hours of the night with no one around to say comforting things to us. We just sort of needed Mr. Rogers to help us regain our sense of equilibrium. And now that we are once again certain that we are special just the way we are and that even if a mannequin did come to life, it could never get past the self-defense moves of Daniel Striped Tiger... We just want to say that we hope you enjoyed this latest unsettling traispse down Mannequin Lane, and rest assured there will be more opportunities to revisit this hideous section of that crazy, always-a-blue-light-special, vlean-up-in-aisle-three, express lane closed department store we call LIFE. xoxoxxo

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