"The station, called Dostoyevskaya, is decorated with brooding grey and black mosaics which depict violent scenes from the nineteenth century writer's best-known novels.
"One controversial mural re-enacts the moment when the main character in the novel Crime and Punishment murders an elderly pawnbroker and her sister with an axe.
"Another shows a suicide-obsessed character in Dostoevsky's novel The Demons holding a pistol to his temple. If that was not enough to darken the mood, shadowlike characters are shown flitting across the cavernous new station's walls and a giant mosaic of a depressed-looking Dostoevsky stares out at passengers.
"The artist responsible for the murals, Ivan Nikolayev, said he was unrepentant and had trouble understanding his critics. 'What did you want? Scenes of dancing? Dostoevsky does not have them,' he said."
'Long as I got my plastic...oops. Looks like lighting rods would've been prudent because evidently the Lord's not a fan of tacky roadside statues of Himself. The question remains whether "Touchdown Jesus" will be, um, resurrected?
Not normally one to pay much attention to the HuffPo, but dear friend of PoF Casey F. clued me in to this brilliant supercut of 80's bully excellence on FB. It could have used a little more from "Better Off Dead", but I can't complain.
From The Big Necessity: "In toilet customs, the world divides, roughly speaking, into wet (flush) or dry (no flush). In anal-cleansing terms, it's paper or water, and, as with driving habits, cultures rarely switch.
"Paper cultures are in fact using the least efficient cleansing medium to clean the dirtiest part of their body. This point was memorably demonstrated by the valiant efforts of a Dr. J. A. Cameron, who in 1964 surveyed the underpants of 949 men of Oxfordshire, England, and found fecal contamination in nearly all of them that ranged from 'wasp-colored' stains to 'frank massive feces.' Dr. Cameron, though a medical man, could not contain his dismay that 'a high proportion of the population are prepared to cry aloud about the footling matters of uncleanliness such as a tomato stain on a restaurant tablecloth, whilst they luxuriate on a plush seat in their fecally stained pants.'”
"You’ve probably used antihistamines or nasal sprays for your allergies but have you tried worms? Helminthic, or worm therapy, involves purposely putting parasites into your body to treat allergies, asthma and other diseases."
Ok, sounds good so far, but how much does it cost?
"Cost varies, from $2,900.00 for hookworm, which will last on average for five years. Or, whipworm therapy which lasts on average for two years. Combination therapy is $3,900 and includes a treatment with hookworm and whipworm, and retreatment with whipwom after the first dose dies off around year two. Discounts are available for people who buy together."
Take a magical trip through time to see what Pieces of Flair looked like when the bloggers were fresh-faced Chargers, eager to share their interests with the amazing new World Wide Web:
Sadly, it's political season here in Bama and this year we get to choose from among candidate like Roy Moore, the Ten Commandments guy, and Tim James, the man who's made national headlines for his absurd English-only campaign ad.
Normally, I wouldn't bother you fair folks with any of this, but there's a certain commentator in these here parts whose winsome charm and outright dandified mannerisms deserve note. He's also the creator of the above proposed ad for one of our candidates and many others. His identity remains shrouded in mystery, but he styles himself King Cockfight and his writing reflects a certain T. Herman Zweibel sensibility and flair. He's certainly one of the most entertaining writers to come out of this state in a while.
Yvette's Bridal Formal is located in beautiful Panama City, Florida. Yvette's is open till 6 P.M. Yvette's was established in 1980. Yvette's has Garters & GLOVES!!
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a thousand and one Thank Yous to the young woman who loves the NightQueen, Antressa the Theophlosser !!~*
For all this, some Old Timey Country Cookin' Recipe's [sic], a chance to order a portrait of President of the United States Barack Obama by World Famous Artist Sean Terrence Best, and a virtual concert of public radio scraps (without a pause button), be sure to visit Yvette's.
This one's for every guy out there who, like me at 12 years old, knew more parody songs than originals. I think Patton Oswalt is probably in that club with me.
When I was in *high school*, I played a detective who tracked down the school's litterbug and made him "clean up"-- fudging kids these days, don't know how good they got it.
I had to complete the Jesus post trifecta, even if in a very tangential way:) If history was actually taught this way, more people would become historians, but they would all die young.
I'm probably bringing Pieces of Flair dangerously close to relevance, but I don't doubt that there will be a post about a graphic novelization of the life of Godzilla creator Tomoyuki Tanaka or the like in the near future to compensate.
Regardless, as I find myself firmly in the "Hell, that's messed up" camp, and as PoF has previously highlighted the disturbing without ignoring the pedophilic, I thought I could give this a go. It also helps that I believe that Brazil's rising international clout makes them the successors of Japan and Russia as international purveyors of cultural unease.
So, with that in mind, I thought I'd seek commentary on Brazil's 8-year-old Lady Gaga, which, while double-take inducing, doesn't lack for camp value:
A frightening new stage in the sexualization of pre-pubescents, or is nothing new under the sun? As Shirley Temple shows us:
OK, with that, I'll start hunting regretsy for a follow-up post.
At times, Shabalin led Domnina around by her ponytail. They mugged, stuck out their tongues and mimicked the hand over mouth gesture that was once associated with American Indians. (See it here and judge for yourself.) After the dance ended, the crowd gave the Russians what could generously be called a lukewarm reception.
The picture hardly does it justice. If it weren't for NBC's super-douchey video restrictions, I'd post it here. The best I can recommend is to google and watch at your leisure. The part where he appears to drag her by her hair is a particularly nice touch. Don't miss the eskimo tard kiss at the end.
Bad news... Haloscan, the awesome free software I've used for the blog to manage comments has just given me its two weeks notice. There are two options: (1) export and save the comments and hope that a third party vendor develops something to import Haloscan files, (2) sign up for Echo ($12/yr), which may or may not be as functional as Haloscan, or (3) ditch the old system altogether. Any thoughts on this matter of vital importance are welcome. Please note that the quote bin will not be affected, as these comments are saved on blogger.
From the defensive, to the offensive, to the macabre, and everything in between. If you've already exhausted other means of using your child to broadcast your personal aesthetic, consider one of these to ensure everyone out there knows how truly non-conformist you really are.
This has me thinking about dusting off my "Income elastic, unitary" (set to the Beastie Boys' "Intergalactic") rap i composed in undergrad. Nah, that's still a terrible idea.
Via: every free-market/libertarian/economics peep i know.
Though currently on hiatus, the David Lynch Daily Weather Report is worth the subscription. It's not daily of course and some episodes are moreLynchian than others.
Also, if you're semi-obsessed with Lynch as many of us here at PoF are, this interview project, aptly titled: INTERVIEW PROJECT, deserves a gander.
With typical direct simplicity, The Oatmeal breaks down America's most beloved mopey-bastard-driven literature. Consider this your gateway to The Oatmeal's creamy goodness...
Via the WSJ: "maybe we worry too much about what others think. A Cornell study of the psychology of embarrassment—which I like to think of as the Barry Manilow T-shirt experiment —suggests as much. Subjects were required to enter a room wearing a T-shirt featuring a large picture of Mr. Manilow, the crooner whose hits may induce as much wincing as swooning. Although 50% of the T-shirted subjects were self-conscious about what they were wearing, only 20% of the people in the room even noticed it. This experiment yielded the reassuring result that individuals are more aware of their gaffes—from flubbing an answer at an interview to having a bad hair day—than most of the people observing or talking to them."
Ok, so I realize my postings have dwindled to a nearly non-existent trickle. Hello billable hours! Anyway, I just looked at the date and realized we have exactly one day to get a 2009 song contest in. So here it is. Post a song, any song. It must be an original recording. If you post something truly kick-ass, I will even provide a kick-ass prize. Anything goes folks, after all, sometimes the bare minimum is enough.
The poor-quality video above is just a small sampling of what you can expect from the 30th Anniversary Dean and Company Christmas Special! Here's the "promo" and you can view the entire spectacular extravaganza here (just click on videos). Those of you following along at home may recall that excerpts from the Dean & Company Christmas Special of 2007 was posted here by Matt at my behest. More info here and here.
The dean family and their variously-named relations are essentially folks with too much money and time on their hands. Their show has lost some of its earnestness recently as attention from from folks like Rick and Bubba have made them realize that folks have been laughing at them over the years rather than with them. The Deans appear to have embraced this new role and ham it up with the best of them. I, for one, am glad that the Deans chose to spend their fortune and free time producing three decades of truly mesmerizing and completely awful local access programming.
Even though the Deans are now playing along, they still have an amazing capacity for unintentional dissonant brilliance. Just check out their unbelievably terrifying website complete with dead baby doll guide and a virtual shooting gallery where you take potshots at children and their families in a deeply unsettling Victorian carnival ground.
Btw, in case our reader thinks that the PoF cabal meets secretly to come up with posting themes, let me assure you that mine and James' pee-related posts are purely coincidental. Our secret meetings have much more important matters as their focus...
I'm probably playing with fire by posting an environmentalist promotion on a libertarian blog, but I have to give the Brazilians points for style and practicality. I was green before it was cool.
PoF News: Accenture announced it is breaking up with Tiger Woods, but it's a difficult break-up. In fact, the company even briefly toyed with launching a new ad campaign that would reflect the changed atmosphere around the beleaguered golfer. Thanks to the same folks who raided email accounts to bring us Climategate we have a sneak peek at this ill-conceived effort:
In a culmination of my hopes and dreams, I've now become a POF Blogger. And so, I'm pleased to give all of you a Christmas present, straight from the heart.
Here's an excerpt from one satisfied customer's review: "I use it as a 'mini-bar' when the friends and I go out to the bars. I can quickly fix multiple shots of tequila for myself and the friends as we drive from one bar to the next. We also discovered that if you place a pillow on top of it and turn on the cruise control you can catch quick naps on the interstate."
Last year author E. Paul Zehr released Becoming Batman, a training manual for how an average joe could achieve the physical transformation necessary to be a superhero. Earlier this year, a trailer debuted on YouTube for a new feature film documenting just this process.
Thankfully, though, you don't have to wait on the movie to come to your local theater. You can watch all of the episodes leading up to this point here.