Dancin Bones Mon

When you think about it, man, we're just skeletons covered in skin. But when you really think about it, we're just skin wrapped skeletons transporting organs in support of the brain and brain stem. The real you is just a brain and stem, man, and all the rest is the infrastructure.

Weird, right? But then everything is, if you think about it.

Juggalosity

A Juggalo with a Pop Tart. Some kind of exotic Pop Tart by the looks of it. Why? Cuz of the Internet. When or where else would such pointless folly even been conceivable? Odd times we dwell within, and they're only gonna get weirder.

A Juggalo wedding, how nice. Every one in this picture's collective dream, I'm sure. Mother there is quite proud, as is Dad - if he's actually awake. Might be passed out on his feet. Such are the traditional festivities at a Juggalo wedding - gettin' wasted!

To be fair, these young Juggalo's may be high on nothing but life: which consists of the music of a band called Insane Clown Posse - or ICP as they're known on the streets - and drinking a weird soda only available in the Detroit area named Faygo. Strange traditions, but then Juggalos revel in the strange. From what I can gather from my cursory search of the internets, some Juggalos keep their face paint on at all times. Strange.

Harmless, you might think - just kids wearing makeup and partying with music. But these Juggalos are also known for their destructive ways, wrecking everywhere they go, everything they touch, like some kind of clown whirlwind. And destruction of other people's property is not cool, man.

 A useless sign, since if you are a Juggalo you'll ignore it, and perhaps act even more Juggalo-ey. Or if you're not a Juggalo you'll just go "wha?". Either way, ineffective, if well intentioned. Juggalo's gotta Juggalo.

Before it was cool

I saw this today on one of my sources and was all like "Damn, bee-yotch! No u di'nt!" Cuz I've had this picture for years and was waiting for the perfect time to use it. Which I had deemed today, for real. It was all set up. And then I see a mainstream comedy website use the photo, randomly, out of the blue - like everything in my life, down to the smallest detail. It's nuts, and it's driving me nuts, but I also dig if you don't dig it. The nuts part, that is.

Enjoy this photo though. 4, ultimately, that's all I hope to provide to you, great Internet: Good pictures and semi-funny captions.

True Love (Crushing Loneliness)

So yeah, Furry sex doll, apparently - not the I knew these things beforehand, O Wicked Internet, what horrors you have shown me - very well constructed, using space age plastics and synthetic skin and all kinds of space age stuff. IE Expensive. But that's what coin is for - to drop. And what else but beer and wood does this bachelor have to buy? So sad.

I surmise with no actual facts or data that we are living in an unparalleled age of loneliness, the likes the world has never dreamed. Millions of men and women walled up somewhere far away from others, even if physically close (ya ever think about apartment walls, and how close someone else's life is like two feet away?). In most of human history you had little choice but to hang out with at least some other people. There were no single apartments for the rabble in 500 BCE, I assure you.

Loneliness breeds lots of things, one of them - weirdness. How could it not? And so for the last 50-100 years we in the "west" have been building a whole new humanity - Virtual. Living physically isolated from others yet hooked in via electronic entertainment. This new humanity is going to be weird.

Don't make it weird

Did you know that ducks are the hardcore rapists of the animal world? S'true, look it up.

Also, whoever made this flyer in irony is genius; whoever made it in sincerity is scarily dim.