Wind Up Workin' In A Gas Station


Bluebeard’s wives, Bluebeard, and Judith (1982). Illustrations by Kass János for Bartok’s only opera “Bluebeard’s Castle.”



Kerascoët’s covers for Beauté with scans of the original art for the 2nd and 3rd tomes and the cover design for the first.

I think Kerascoët’s use of green ink is very interesting as a way to define lines and spaces meant for color while maintaining information within the image that black ink would otherwise compromise. It’s a smart method with using green to define the sky against the cloud and especially with the amount of creatures drawn heavily with black, the green prevents her from losing the shapes and figures to black and also from committing the all too common aural line around figure that would completely destroy the eerie mood of the third cover or the delicate detail of the comb going through black hair in the second.

This book looks great. Please come to America. I don’t care if it’s translated or not.

This book is coming out from NBM this Fall. All three books in one oversized volume, coming out around the same time as a larger collection of Miss Don’t Touch Me. It’s called “Beauty.”


There’s something awesome about a thing that’s so cute, it transcends cuteness to become nightmarishly creepy. That’s precisely the case with these impressively freaky pears, photographed last year at a supermarket in Beijing, China.

The pears are shaped like this by placing them inside special molds when they’re still very small. As they grow they fill the mold and take on its shape. They were marketed at the grocery store as “happy/joyful doll pears,” but we think they look like they’re patiently waiting for you to try taking a bite out of them, at which point they’ll start screaming bloody murder, or worse, turn you into a creepy pear-doll-person too.

[via Neatorama and RocketNews24]


Barlowe’s Guide to Extraterrestrials (1979)

I would make a very ugly woman.


Richard AVEDON :: Monty Python Cast, NYC, 1975

John Cleese, Michael Palin, Terry Gilliam and Terry Jones :: while performing Monty Phyton’s Flying Circus, NYC, 1976

Monty Phyton at the beach, 1970’s

If You Need Something To Listen To

Jim Breuer tells the best stories. If you ever need something to listen to for an hour, go to YouTube and search for the family stories he tells on Opie and Anthony. You’ll laugh your ass off and be terrified by his horribly fucked up family.

I just listened to him tell a story about his old war-veteran father recently having a stroke after ejaculating, dumping in his pants, and then fell asleep on a candle.