I always thought crows, ravens, and other carrion birds were cool (as did any teenager with too much black eyeliner and a copy of The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe). It wasn’t until I moved to Delaware, though, that I fully realized how awesome they could be.
Picture traffic, backed up for blocks, because of what appears to be a black plastic bag perched on a dead skunk. People honk, inch forward like they’re prepared to grind this strange tableau into gritty street pizza, but it doesn’t move. Then, the bag turns out to be this:
Turkey buzzard, photo by Kevin Cole from Pacific Coast, USA. Click image for source.
“I invite you to count the number of fucks that I give, sir. This will not take long.”
I’ve been interested in really old circus posters since I found out they were a thing. From an artistic standpoint, I love the colors, the art style, and the vague sense of nostalgia for happy-things-that-never-actually-existed presented in an oddly discordant fashion (“Don’t you want to pay a nickel to get some cotton candy and see the Lovecraftian horror, Timmy? Wouldn’t that be fun?”). There’s one thing that circus posters are missing, though, that considerably ups the historical fridge horror.
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I got really into UrbEx when I was a kid (snared in those awkward years between “unironically enjoying Saturday Morning Cartoons” and “my house having a decent internet connection”).
You couldn’t keep me out of this creepy abandoned school behind my house, the drainage culverts in a park a few miles away, or the sewer system (Long Island is not an exciting place when you’re twelve). At some point I found out that there were other people taking pictures of the insides of abandoned things, and I fell hard.
I love having something on when I go to sleep. It’s relaxing, and it helps drown out the tinnitus whooshing and ringing in my ears at night. For the past couple of weeks, my bedtime-noises-of-choice have been old episodes of MST3k or Black Books, until someone introduced me to what’s possibly the greatest podcast I’ve ever heard (and, apparently, a party I am hell of late to). Weather, news, and community events from the quiet little town of Night Vale:
Cecil’s voice is so soothing.
Dogs are not allowed in the dog park. People are not allowed in the dog park. It is possible you will see hooded figures in the dog park. Do not approach them. Do not approach the dog park.