GHOST SCHEDULE:
Wind noises
Mess with cat
Get Scrooge to check his shit
Move knick knacks
Gaze at cheeseburger, unable to weep
— josswhedon
I just went to Jane Austen third base: making unpleasant eye contact with a handsome man on subway.
— erinhollyfenton
My new hobby is sitting outside on campus at night in my 1940s clothes and when people say things to me, I say “You can see me?”
— ShadyLadyHH
parenting tip
if you want to avoid the world’s aggressive gendering of your infant, consider skipping the pink dresses or blue coveralls in favor of dressing your baby solely in tiny halloween costumes
strangers on the sidewalk: aww, is it a boy or a girl?
If I had wings I am confident they would be veiny and leathery and not cute feather ones.
— wishyouwerecaro
I’d love to hear what would come out of my mouth if someone put a gun to my head and demanded that I commentate a football game
— bridger_w
Keeping a blood capsule in my mouth for the next guy who tells me to smile.
— NicCageMatch
there used to be door-to-door knife salesmen, which is roughly the most terrifying thing ever conceived
— skullmandible
I’m not saying women are smarter than men, but its kinda ironic that there’s so few known women serial killers and so many unsolved murders.
— Lisa_Laughs_
If nobody comes from the future to stop you, how bad can the decision really be?
— MadamBetteNoire
I don’t call them naps, I call them die practice.
— SCOOPISMS
Will this job require me to use my hands because as you can see I have to hold my swords
— weinerdog4life
DAD: Sorry it’s not a pony, honey. Best I could do
LITTLE GIRL: [riding gigantic earthworm] This is Princess Doomtube. She shall be feared
— joejwest
I like to think my rescue dog also rescued me, but mounting evidence suggests he himself committed the arson that fateful night.
— SomeChrisTweets
I’ve had this parked in my Drafts folder since…lessee…October 2012. Huh. It was originally written for an “Urban Legends” guest post-o-rama at Shellhawk’s Nest, but I’d like it to have a home here too. This is, to my eternal shame, a real urban legend local to me. Sigh.
Some places get vanishing hitchhikers. Some get ghosts that warn trains of an impending crash. The terrifying local legend where I live? A guy in a bunny suit.
No, not this kind.
This kind.
I’ve been ripped off.
Bunny Man Bridge is a small railroad overpass near Clifton, VA. It is supposed to be stalked by a man wearing a bunny suit. Yes, he’s usually said to be carrying an axe or similar weapon, and yes, the legends say that he attacks and mutilates anyone foolish enough to be near the bridge after dark, but I really can’t get past the outfit. Being murdered by someone dressed like a giant rabbit isn’t terrifying, it’s embarrassing.
The bunny in question is variously reported to be an escaped convict, a refugee from a nearby (non-existent) insane asylum, or a local lunatic who graduated from mutilating wildlife to murdering children. Since “rabbit” and “insane murderer” don’t seem to have any obvious link, the lapin connection is usually explained by tacked-on details such as numerous remains of snacked-upon rabbits being found in the area (or, in the case of the asylum escapee, that he was originally committed for murdering his family on–dun dun dun!!!–Easter Sunday). Nobody explains where he got the suit.
A local historian has identified the probable origin of the legend: In 1970 there were two incidents involving a man–dressed, yes, in a bunny costume–who threatened people with a hatchet whilst yelling at them for trespassing. Over the past 40 years, generations of teenagers have expanded and distorted and added details until what was probably a Furry annoyed at having his private sexytimes interrupted is now a horrible spectral murderer who…is still wearing a bunny suit. Dammit, I really can’t get past the bunny suit.
Particularly annoying is that this legend has gained enormous traction throughout the Washington DC area. Civil War battles were fought all over this region. We could have legends about ghostly armies locked in eternal combat, or bloody Confederate soldiers who attack campers, or phantom funeral trains carrying rows of soldiers’ coffins.
What are we actually known for? A big cranky rabbit.
Since I read Divergent a few years ago, I became hyperaware of the sort of tropes that have become overused in YA novels
Things like trains, overly simplified first-person narration, and love triangles. I started another parody Twitter account a few months ago @GuyInYourMFA, and I realized how fun it was to skewer overused literary cliches.
So, two nights ago, I decided to do the same thing for YA writing, not really intending it to be a full or cohesive story, more just a collection of random sentences and elements.
But as I wrote and saw the response, I realized it would definitely be more interesting to try to add plot and tell something from start to finish.
Richard Grayson is a composer and pianist who is known for improvising classical music. In a concert in 2009 he received a request from the audience to do Darth Vader’s theme in the style of Beethoven.
It’s your lucky day. Sure your bus broke down and you can’t find your iPhone, but there’s a sinister mansion down the street that will surely have a phone you can use…
…a KNIFE PHONE!
Game designer Doctor Popular and some friends created this “point-and-stab” adventure as a Web-based game in 2010. He’s recently updated and released it as an iPhone app, and I would play it for the title alone.
It’s described as “our short love letter to Monkey Island and the adventure games of yore,” and one of the comments on the app version begins, “Tip.if you can’t find a way past the mutant chicken lion thing go tap around in the kitchen,” so it definitely sounds like a winner.
Hors Cadre (which translates roughly to “removed from the framework”) is a cute animated short about an old Scottish man who wants to sell his mansion, but his ancestors aren’t too keen about the idea.
Describing their genre as “Drive Thru Metal,” Mac Sabbath is a heavy metal band who dresses as demonic versions of McDonald’s mascots and performs fast food-themed reinterpretations of Black Sabbath songs. I like that their Facebook page takes pains to assure you that they’re a real band.
NO – This is not a joke page to sell T-Shirts.
Yes- This band is exactly what you want it to be.
“MAC SABBATH” Is indeed: Ronald Osbourne and the whole gang in full regalia playing all their hits like “Sweet Beef” and “Chicken for the Slaves” in a multi-media show with video, theatrics, audience participation and sing alongs.
