Friday, January 27, 2012

Not-quite-night of the living peonage

Old shots always come in handy when I don't feel like posting about unimportant crap like Serious Issues & the women who love them, on the next Jerry Springer.


















Not even arctic blasting can cross darkthroning off the to-do list.



















Home away from work.



















Footprints of the Old Ones! They were here!



















Proof! Slightly askew gravestones!



















Proof! Snow blown by interstellar winds!



















I'm sure something happened here, too!
























Proof! An interesting subject, poorly composed!
























Proof! Ditto!
Apologies for the exclamations.
Being low on sanity points sucks.



















Ah, that's better.



















Verily, someone skedaddled with a quickness. Hmm.
























Gasp! 'tis not creatures from beyond the stars at all!















































































































The dead live!



















Can't build a fort with just one giant Lego.



















Come back, furry friend, zombies only eat human brains.

12 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu C'lyvehland wgah'nagl fhtagn!!!
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Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

You shall not contain me, Cryptkeeper! I have within my possession the hallowed Skeleton Key! Yet, in a show of mercy, I will not use it... and choose instead to break down the doors with the power of my Eternal Spirit!

Prunella Vulgaris said...

your use of exclamation points resembles that of our professor. are you going to show up for work with swanky european frames on your new glasses, and cultivate a wardrobe of turtlenecks and sports coats?

More frightening than the Old Ones indeed. But forgive me, for speaking ill of your sacred mythology!

Randal Graves said...

if, heathen. Speak Tocharian B.

karl of the österreich, Skyrim hath possessed thy braine!

Meow, duchess. Just for that outburst, you're getting devoured last!

Tom Harper said...

For some reason, some of these pictures reminded me of the Blair Witch Project.

Laura said...

I wonder if the quick exit has anything to do with the wrecked crypt... Hmmmm!!!

((Hugs))
Laura

Demeur said...

No it was just that great great grandpa had to get up in the middle of the night and make a dash for the bathroom.

susan said...

Is that where Kim Dotcom was hiding out?

S.W. Anderson said...

More and more, I feel you're helping us to get to know the real Clevelandistan, Randal. Just realize that the chamber of commerce will probably never forgive you. ;)

Beach Bum said...

Proof! Snow blown by interstellar winds!

Which Newt and his lovely plastic bride wants us to ride to Alpha Centauri.

Randal Graves said...

tom, a flick nowhere near as scary as The Jimmy Dimora Project.

laura, that means the zombies are still out there, and they're driving a rustbucket.

demeur, gotta be tough for a pharaoh then, having to move all that heavy stone just to take a leak.

susan, in case The Man is reading, I plead the fifth.

SWA, to play devil's advocate, I did notice this morning that the long-abandoned shoe store had been cleaned out for the first time in over a decade. I can't wait to see what future long-abandoned retail outlet is going to take its place.

BB, the shot that Californistan always uses just popped in my head, you bastard.

Jim H. said...

"Serious Issues & the women who love them" = So, you found out it's not your baby?