My Favourite Childhood Nightmares, Dream 2
This is a technique called “animated photography”, and it’s something I’d never heard of before. The fact of the photo being static, except for small movements, immediately calls your attention to the nightmare unfolding. It’s eerie.
See the rest at stonetree.
“Canadian Sunset” by Lone Primate on Flickr
I was going to post about the great things Canada does. Our healthcare, our human rights, our diversity. But even if you’ve never been here, you already know all that.
What you may not know is how Canada feels. How wonderful it is that nature is everywhere. How it feels to go anywhere in the world and be welcomed, just for being Canadian. How fortunate we are, as a nation, and how strong our country is.
Canadians are patriotic, but ours is a quiet patriotism. It’s not so much seen in bumper stickers and vocalizations; it’s more the calm contentment of knowing that ours is a wonderful country and that we are lucky to live here. I’m proud to be Canadian.
Happy Canada Day, everyone.
This picture’s a .jpg — it shouldn’t move. It’s just a picture, right?
But if you look closely, really closely, I think I can see her breathing…
(via Hell Yeah Horror Manga.)
…even if no one else can see her.
Sundays are for crafting. In between rounds of laundry and cleaning and naps (another reason I don’t have children: these are MY naps), I like to make things. Something about the connection to all those women before me who sewed and knit and baked makes me feel peaceful.
Then this happened:
That’s my unfinished cross-stitch of Marilyn Monroe, in the drawer where I hide it from the cats. Somehow when I was working on it last, I failed to notice how disturbing she looks. At some point she’ll have eyes and lips, but in the meantime she looks like Leatherface got ahold of her.
Mae West, Belle of the Nineties
Anatomical Model of a Woman’s Head Crying
© Zoe Leonard, 1993
Love your Mom, no matter what.
My Mom is an amazing woman. She’s caring, and beautiful, and would do anything for anyone. She volunteers. She’s the person people go to when they need to talk, and my trusted source of advice in life. She always, always has my back, and she supports me in everything I do. She’s a fantastic parent and an incredible person. I’m so, so lucky to have her as my Mom.
Love you, Mom.
(photo ©The Morbid Library)
“The library and cabinet makes available a collection of curiosities, books, photographs, artworks, ephemera, and artifacts relating to medical museums, anatomical art, collectors and collecting, cabinets of curiosity, the history of medicine, death and society, natural history, arcane media, and curiosity and curiosities broadly considered.”
I only just found out about the Morbid Anatomy Library last night during my internet ramblings, and was immediately taken by it. The library has so much of the beautifully obscure: everything from medical models to preserved animals to religious figures under glass.
You can take a mini-tour of the library in this YouTube video. Isn’t it amazing?
Well, according to a recent blog post, the building the Library is housed in caught fire, and many of the oddities there were damaged by water from the sprinkler system. They are currently soliciting donations of money and/or strange artifacts to help restore the Library. If you can help, please visit the Morbid Anatomy blog and let them know.
We need to keep this weird stuff around for us weirdos!
Man’s best friend, or hidden evil?
YOU DECIDE.
(via somethingawful.com; original source unknown)
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