Great Moments in History: The Invention of the Ball Gag
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 9
Tag: contemporary anthropology
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 8
I’m going to give Santa the benefit of the doubt and assume he had a cold.
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 7
Wow. I…wow.
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 6
The child on the left appears to be playing Tyrannosaurus rex. The child on the right appears to be playing its victim.
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 5
I executed this exact same move when I was three years old and Mom took me to my first haunted house.
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 4
Edward Gorey called. He wants his kid back.
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 3
Scariest. Santa. Ever.
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 2
This is it. I’m going to die.
Twelve Days of Terror – Day 1
After going through the Sun-Sentinel’s Scared of Santa photo gallery and reading Fark’s thread, I was in tears. The Christmas tradition of “Let’s go see Santa” confuses me at best. There’s the typical conversation with the child (assuming that the little one has progressed beyond distinguishing basic verbal commands) about how this isn’t the real Santa, but instead his helper, or delegate, or doppelgänger, or whatever. Then there’s the traditional standing in line, followed by the time-honored shelling out of dough, finally culminating in the forever-captured, cherished moment of childlike (that’s what children do) wonderment and joy.
Or it can go the other way.
For the next twelve days, MrPikes is proud to present some of his favorite images of it going the other way:
Just what is going on with this fellow’s pants? Om nom nom nom?
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I’m not sure what Atleration involves, but I am fairly certain that I don’t want to be Taylored.
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Ah, meta humor…
Seriously, someone help me to understand what compels people to put ribbons, bumper stickers, etc. on their vehicles. I get the whole “raising awareness” thing, e.g., breast cancer, but the whole thing just seems so clubbish.
Here in Virginia, the number of vehicles sporting Virginia Tech paraphernalia has skyrocketed since the massacre in April. I’m sure that some people are genuinely expressing grief for the senseless loss of life. Some may be personally affected, others may know someone who is. The rest are simply aping Bud and Mitzy two McMansions down, like with those fucking Lance Armstrong bracelets.
Regardless, please, WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME WITH YOUR CAR?
The best that I can come up with is that a bumper sticker represents the last, pithy word in an argument that I didn’t ask to have. I guess every time the owner looks at hus own bumper, hu says, “I sure told that guy.” That would certainly explain the escalation between the Jesus Fish People and the Darwin Fish People.
Fourteen Days of FAIL – Day 13
