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Monster Alphabet: S is for Sock Monkey

Sock Monkey Monster

Some deluded people think sock monkeys are cute. That sock monkeys are safe and kitschy. I assure you that the reality is much, much more horrible than your puny brain can comprehend. (via) (original on etsy)

THE
SOCK MONKEYS
WANT YOUR
EYES

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Monster Alphabet: L is for Licking the Belly of Gaga

What is Lady Gaga doing on my favorite blog? You might be wondering that to yourself right now. Lady Gaga ended up on my radar when somebody sent me an interview clip where she talked about being fascinated with monsters. I was immediately charmed. I Googled her and found pictures of her in all kinds of awesome costumes. Then I went from “charmed” to “enchanted”. So I did what anyone else would do in my position: I ordered my rat army to the nearest record store to secure a copy of all her music (“and no chewing on the packaging this time!” I added.)

Rawr!

Look at her! She’s saying “RAWR!”

I figured that anybody who looked that amazing and hot would be putting out some really bizarre music. In my mind’s ear I heard J.G. Thirlwell and The Knife with a dash of ’80s-era Madonna. Or something. What I got was all of the latter and none of the former. It was a letdown. I recovered quickly and simply contented myself with watching her great costumes. That’s enough for an old monster like me, who bumps around in attics. You can tell me that she’s really subversive under all that pop music and I’ll believe you, really I will. I mean, she’s on the Vigilant Citizen’s short list.

Uncomfotable

Observe as Lady Gaga makes everyone else on stage uncomfortable. Mmmmmm. The woman on the left is faking cool, I can tell.

Hello operator. Give me number 9. And if you disconnect me. I’ll grab you from behind.

Enough of the eye candy. On to the belly. Here is Lady Gaga crowd-surfing.

Lady Gaga Crowd Surfing

You can see our belly licker in this next picture. Amazed to find himself in this position.

And here it goes!

It’s only fair for me to say that I was alerted to this development by this post on Gawker. They also have a great graphic which I didn’t want to pilfer, and is totally worth it. You can also see video of this here on Youtube.

Monster Alphabet: R is for Robot Overlords

This brings to mind one of the first scenes in the movie JURASSIC PARK. The one where the person encounters the little dinosaurs. They look all cute and colorful and fascinating, until they attack. Then, before you know it, POW: you’ve got a dozen of them on you. With their fuzzy paws and bellies, their x-ray camera noses, and their little wiggly butts. Yeah you don’t have me fooled, Fujitsu! WHEN THIS THING BLINKS, IT DOESN’T CLOSE ITS EYE, DOES IT?

eBook Review: iNecronomicon for the iPad

Now that the iPad is out, publishers and developers are rushing to be the first to come out with multimedia e-books like the now-famous app, The Elements, and the interactive Alice in Wonderland iPad e-book. Today I’m reviewing the iNecronomicon, which is probably the greatest technological advance in necromancy since the “Mad Arab” Abdul Alhazred himself started transcribing the buzzing and croakings of insects to create the original document.

I’m not going to get into what the Necronomicon is. It’s one of those subjects where if you have to ask, you don’t want to know. Let’s just say that anybody who might have a real use for it is someone you would probably want to avoid. The book is sought out by powerful cultists, the fatally curious, the dangerously insane, and the criminally stupid.

The publisher, now-defunct Voynich Press, proudly noted that the iNecronomicon made it through the Apple Store approval process on the first try, because there was nothing there that violated Apple’s terms and conditions. To download it, however, you have to call a phone number and find out where in the Apple Store it has been hidden. Then you have to pay $3000 to download and install it. The publisher claims that they made the fee this high so that the book won’t be downloaded for laughs by drunk college students. I say three thousand clams is cheap for a book that a person used to have to murder someone to get their hands on.

No need for that here: Voynich Press sent me an iPad pre-loaded with a review copy (please see my disclosure policy). I suspect that they found themselves forced to contact me because my supernatural status allows me to peruse a document like this without risking my life or sanity (see the list of possible side-effects at the end of this article).

An Interactive Masterpiece

As mentioned before, the publisher has, of course, gone bankrupt. When embarking on a project such as this, you have to realize that you’ll attract more ancient curses than a mummy expedition. My questions about the translator of the text were left discreetly unanswered, but I was told that Voynich press took great pains to protect the people who worked on it. Tasks were broken out in the style of how the Manhattan Project was completed, where each person only worked on a piece of the project and none were exposed to the whole. Still, they lost no less than nine staff members to freak accidents, madness, criminal insanity, suicide, and a never-before-seen incurable rotting disease. Of these nine, two are still at large. At some point in the production of the book, a specialist had to be brought in to remove a giant cocoon from the editor’s house. It was discovered hanging from the rafters in his attic, and was so large that they had no choice but to remove it in pieces.

First Incident

While I may be immune to the effects of the text, there were still some strange goings-on while I had it. Despite the fact that it locks, and a password is required to open it, I was dismayed to find on a few occasions that the iNecronomicon had opened by itself. Once, I entered the room to find a giant eye gazing out of the iPad, and on another occasion, a huge tongue was curling up out of it. Also, during the time that I was working on this review, several items around my attic disappeared, including a just-brewed hot pot of lotus green tea, an out-of-print copy of Sanshiro by Natsume Soseki, and an ancient stuffed animal.

Second Incident

The good news is that this is a Necronomicon that a child could use. The bad news is that this is a Necronomicon that a child could use. The illustrations are hair-raising, and the text has been completely re-translated from a recently rediscovered Arabic original in San Francisco which scholars had thought had been lost in a fire. Also included are notes from Elizabethan magician John Dee, who created an earlier, infamous English translation of the tome.

The e-book is highly interactive. With a finger tip, the explorer can pour virtual elixirs, stoke virtual fires, awaken virtual Old Ones, crush virtual ghosts, and open virtual doors. A marvelously executed special feature allows the reader to scrawl unintelligible remarks over any section of text, or, should the reader feel moved to do so, scratch the eyes out of any of the illustrations. Tilting, shaking, swiping, and pinching all have their own effects on different pages, and it is easy to get lost in the deep, blindingly blank, and horrifying labyrinth that is the iNecronomicon.

Creepy Factor: 4 out of 5
Suspense Factor: 5 out of 5
Weird Erotic Tension Factor: 6 out of 5
Funny and/or Strange Factor: 5 out of 5

Final result: All the diligent and hair-raising work was worth it, and Voynich Press has truly and absolutely done The Unthinkable. This contribution to death alchemy will go down in history not as a mere smudge, but instead as a blight on the face of the Earth that may never be healed and could consume us all. If it weren’t for the unreliable locking mechanism, I would give the iNecronomicon for the iPad 5 out of 5 stars.

Indications and Warnings: This book is not recommended for use by children, persons with weak minds, groups of teenagers at remote cabins, or women who are pregnant or nursing. Side effects may include, but are not limited to, the following: temporary or permanent blindness, insomnia, epilepsy, heart murmurs from inside your floor, permanent full or partial paralysis, irreversible loss of good grooming habits, mind control relapse, loss of self, premature aging, explosive blossoming, insanity, madness, manic depressive disorder, multiple personality disorder, sudden organ rejection, spontaneous combustion, peter pan syndrome, and various uncontrollable compulsions such as stamp licking, nail hammering, child kicking, yammering and swearing, and playing the blues like you made a deal with the devil himself.

Monster Alphabet: R is for Robot Overlord

Enjoy the first horrifying vocalizations of your future, humankind, and don’t kid yourself that they’re not coming. The robot overlords will be here sooner or later. You and your loved ones should be especially suspicious of cockroaches, cats, dogs, and monkeys, because as we speak, your mad scientists are working to interface their brains to computers. And I say “your,” because any self-respecting creeper of attics and basements would never be found wrist-deep in another living creature’s brains with some wires or chips or whatever, trying to make them to do abominable things for unnameable shadow government agencies. It’s only a matter of time before you turn around one day to find your beloved Chawnsey, Mitsy, or Prudence has a new cold glint in her eye and is walking a bit mechanically. Weeks later you will be obeying her commands and won’t remember what life was like before the machine uprising. What was I talking about? Oh yeah.

I don’t know about you, but if I was faced with a robot overlord yowling at me like this, I would do anything – ANYTHING – to get it to shut the hell up. As long as it didn’t involve work.

“My, Grandma! What a big mechanized orifice you have!”

The flying monkeys let our technician out for a minute and he snuck away into the light of day. Thanks for your patience during this difficult transition.
I ated Tinkerbell.

Fhtagn Spoken Here.

... the attic, a vast raftered length lighted only by small blinking windows in the gable ends, and filled with a massed wreckage of chests, chairs, and spinning-wheels which infinite years of deposit had shrouded and festooned into monstrous and hellish shapes.
The Shunned House
H.P. Lovecraft




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