Halloween – the Minecraft edition!

Princess

There, Princess. In the cold autumn dark, a pallid face, fungal and damp.
It speaks no blandishments, that panting breath is all the message it bears.
This is the one that has awaited you, salivating, leering, watching you
As you blithely trudged from door to suburban door, seeking sugar
Wrapped in orange and black, your crystalline froth of princess dress
Floating like an illicit promise, like a gaudy wrapper for an innocent gift,
Like sweet ice, frosting on your virgin flesh, succulent and smooth.

This is the night of masks and confusions, hidden visages, darkest dreams.
Beneath the surface spray of fun, modern meaningless guises of cartoons,
Clowns and robots, true demons lurk with treacher’s hearts and wiles,
Watching the parade of heedlessness, pouring ineluctably careless past
And around and behind the wavering attention of adult supervision,
And their starving soulless eyes rest unseen on happily lost children,
Like you, little princess, floating alone from porch-light to lamp-post.

Now the light pools grow seldom, the ebon gulfs between widen inexorably.
Your pretty little dress flounces, your pert tiara flashes for each brightness,
But the darknesses between grow ever wider. That pale face, shadow of
A darker night yet, a starving ghost that aches to possess you to the marrow,
Drifts ever closer behind you. Your steps are slowing, as if you tire, or as if
The darkness is finally entering your blood, to make you tired and fearful.
It is the true night here and now, and real monsters stalk amid the faux.

Among the seeming safe suburbs, illusions hide black truths. The monsters move
From dark to dark between the lamps, under the dull blind eyes of townhouses.
One by one they douse their lights and become angular dark hills, lifeless, blank,
Merciless as those now-razed older hills where cryptic races slept. Soon, small one.
Soon… and yes, there he comes, smooth and swift, gracefully snatching you off
Into the silent woods beside the path, where no light will shine on you and he
And the bloody delight of the feast. Beautiful. Enjoy your meal, Princess.

—
BT Murtagh

Well over 90% of Unhistory

Remember when Senator Jon Kyl (R-AZ) said this on the floor of the Senate?

Of course you do, if for no other reason than the bizarre attempt at takeback by his office:

Well, it gets better. Senators have the somewhat Orwellian right to “revise and extend” their remarks in the Congressional record, and Senator Kyl took advantage of it. The official Congressional record now claims that Senator Kyl said this:

If you want an abortion you go to Planned Parenthood and that is what Planned Parenthood does.

Yep, that’s what he said all right, and that lying video to the contrary that’s all he said! (#notintendedtobeafactualstatement)

I must get this book “How Round Is Your Circle?”

I find these contraptions deeply appealing.

Happy Yuri’s Day!

10 -десять (“dyes-yat”)

9 – девять (“dyev-yat”)

8 – восемь (“vo-syem”)

7 – семь (“syem”)

6 – шесть (“shest”)

5 – пять (“pyat”)

4 – четыре (“chye-tir-ye”)

3 – три (“tree”)

2 – два (“dva”)

1 – один (“a-deen”)

Liftoff – Взлет (“Vzlet”)

“Gagarin Glass”‎

2 1/2 oz Champagne
1 oz Vodka
1/2 oz cherry brandy
1/2 oz Blackcurrant Liqueur
1 tsp Lime Juice
1 cherry

Served in Cocktail Glass

Gagarin Glass Directions

Stir all ingredients (except champagne) and strain into a cocktail glass. Add champagne, countdown (in Russian if you can!), drop in a cherry, and serve.

Is anybody interested?

Leave a comment here if you are.

P.S. You don’t have to be *very* interested.

Psychedelia

My brother the music guru has a righteous essay on Psychedelia up on his blog, with many groovy videos. Check it out!

We Distort, You Deride

http://www.rawstory.com/rawreplay/2011/02/fox-reverses-poll-results-to-portray-public-as-anti-union/ Shared via Skyfire.

King Kong Tonight

Shinmoedake Erupts Beautifully

Lava lightning and everything… H/T bOINGbOING