A web-acquaintance of mine recently called my attention to the phenomenon of “elderporn” in the form of photo-spread found on the Web. If you’ve never heard the term “elderporn,” it requires little elucidation: what you see is what you get – Elderly + Porn.

Years ago when Index and I started hanging out, we would look at shocking stuff on the young web, and then have a variety of paroxysms.* Index, in particular, would clutch handfuls of his hair and scream, eyes bulging, “THERE IS NO GOD!!!”

Elderporn kinda does that for me. Now follows a single, non-nude photo, from the aforementioned photo-spread, the address of which I shall not disclose. Suffice it to say that it attains a graphic level meeting or exceeding anything one could see in Hustler, albeit with less more wrinkles.

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*Paroxysm: Various sudden, spastic and convulsive reactions.

Seen in line at Bank of America in Lynden, WA.

So, do you think he knows?

Better known as H. P. It is Lovecraft’s birthday today.  He is 119 years old now.

To celebrate:

From Craftastrophe.net: “Because handmade isn’t always pretty.”

1. I had an older brother (killed in a car crash in 2003) named “Rip”. His middle name was “Michael”. “Rip Michael”. He would have hated today.

2. Somewhere still inside Michael Jackson, there was a little black kid. I think even Michael missed him sometimes, but it was hard to remember the little black kid on the inside because he changed the outside so much.

Good night, little kid.

and that’s all i got to say about that.

Sent to me by Wife of Fat. Not only are the earrings strange, but some of the comments on the blog are great.

First post ever sent to me by WifeOfFat. ….just try to watch until the cat sews and irons.

WTF

So freaking funny.

Thanks to Stillfinger for the link.