Out in semi-rural Georgetown, Indiana, just a stone’s throw from the semi-famous but always appreciated Georgetown Drive-In, there is an ice cream stand that softens the blow from being turned away for a showing of Planet of the Apes. What happened next went something like this:
“I’ll put a bottle of water in my bag so I don’t buy myself a milkshake.”
Fifteen minutes later, getting out of the car to get a milkshake
“Fuck, this water is heavy.”
Anyway. They sell marshmallow milkshakes. Marshmallow. Milkshakes. These guys are clouds and songs and heaven and forgetting all wrapped up in a paper cup, handed to me by an overworked service sector angel. It was everything I never knew milkshakes could be, and I forgive milkshakes all the wrongs they have done against me.
The jötnar absconding with the goddess Freyja.
Heart transplants have been around for over forty years, saving lives, inspiring Lifetime movies and sort of freaking me out. The idea of my own organs in my chest makes me all squicky, never mind somebody else’s plugged in and mine out in the ether somewhere I can’t keep an eye on them. Luckily for me, but mostly for people in need of heart transplants, there’s a new technology on the horizon– the Ghost Heart.
Credit: Doris Taylor
We steal the hearts of our unearthly enemies.
Ghost Hearts have been developed out of rat hearts, and more recently, out of out of pig hearts. The organs collected from the pig sacrifices are laundered in sodium lauryl sulfate, a chemical found in many shampoos. The solution launders the organ of its cells, leaving only the “scaffolding” of collagen. These husks can then be injected with the donor’s heart cells, so there is no risk of the organ being rejected. If you’ve got a spare pig heart and feel the urge to experiment, check out this how-to for making your very own ghost heart.
Posted in bad info, breakups, cannibalism, humor, observations, post apocalyptic, relationships, science
Tagged dinosaurs, humor, kissing, observations, Paleontology, romance, science
Today, Buzzfeed’s preposterously titled “Which 90’s alt-rocker grrrl” quiz confirmed that I am, actually, finally, possibly maybe a little like Bjork.
Posted in art, humor, music, sex
Tagged 90's, alternative music, bjork, iceland, music, music videos, pop culture, quizzes, throwback
Howell Dawdy is my new best friend. He raps about ghosts and maniacal yet undisclosed plans for what must be world domination. These plans include: a fire extinguisher, a brick on a string, and a car with a full time driver who’s also a student in something interesting. He’s coming to my birthday party, I’m going to read his tea leaves or something and I have to figure out what they are going to say. He’ll come. My name is Spooky, I mean come the fuck on. I was in the parking lot to the emergency room and this song came on and I waited for a minute to listen.
Highlights: “Why are you afraid, I’m made of air and depressed, I feel like you could take me.”
“Boo, I’m a Ghost” was done in collaboration with Louisville’s own Sandpaper Dolls and is available for download at this website.
Posted in art, artists, funerary practices, humor, killing, morality, music, questionable copyrights, religion, southern gothic, supernatural
Tagged dark humor, death, fire, ghosts, howell dawdy, humor, louisville, music, rapping, supernatural
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 11,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Click here to see the complete report.