Some items squirreled away in my Flickr account…
Russian badger fat, for whatever ails you…
Some Engrish…
Me and my X-Wing Fighter…
My grandparents…
Dusya the Ukrainian mini-pinscher
Freaky aviation museum mannequins…
AMOROUS EPHEMERA (NSFW)
- Jayden Jaymes: UNLEASHED!
- PETA: Nude in Tulsa
- Sexy sideline reporter Ines Sainz
COSMONAUTICA
- Russian rock festivals and bloodbaths
DEEP-FRIED DYSTOPIA
- Harry Reid and tons of SUVs arrive in Las Vegas to save the environment
- Interview with the Black Tea Party
- Pigeon-guided missiles
- Will the housing market bounce back?
INANIMATE IMMORTALITY
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
- The world’s most fireproof critter
OREGON PERMUTATIONS
- It’s still nearly impossible to find work in Portland
POP CULTURE DEBRIS
- 1969 Kentucky Fried Chicken commercial starring Colonel Sanders
QUESTIONS IN A WORLD OF BLUE
- Is “prehomosexuality” the correct term for the annoying guys at my gym?
While leafing through the recent issue of Reason, I came upon this confusing advertisement and image:
A bit odd, no?
To be fair, the advertiser — “The Twelve Visions Party” — may be a virtuous troupe of happenin’ freedom mongers.
But their ad campaign has an uncanny valley thing going on. Not unlike this robot interview.
My fellow libertarians are by and large swell people, but ever since my visit to a Harry Browne rally in 2000, I’ve noticed that a few of them have the glazed-over “Scientologist Look” in their eyes.
It’s as if the mere mention of the terms “eminent domain” and “easement” send them straight into a trance.
A completely unfair characterization, to be sure, but I’m throwing it out there for discussion.
Unmitigated ass-whistles of vivacity indeed. I am overcome with visions of truth and beauty.
Thank you, Crappy Taxidermy; I am in your debt. (This ain’t shabby, either.)
