Time to hit the gym!

With my most sincere apologies to Sweet.

I – don’t wanna know your name
‘Cause you don’t look the same
The way you did before
O.K. – you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked allright before

Fox on the run
You scream and everybody comes a running
Take a run and hide yourself away.
Fox on the Run, © 1974

Too bad those foxes didn’t run fast enough.  Neither did a rabbit, a black cat and…what’s that covering the speed bag?  A rat?  A muskrat?

Because punching animals in my down time = awesome.

Because punching animals in one’s down time = awesome.

So, please.  Theories?  Explanations?  Ideas?  The WTFery is pretty profound here for a variety of reasons.

(photo found on imgur)


En Garde!

There are times when you have to wonder what, exactly, gave rise to the creative genius behind certain works of art.  Take this, for example.


I came not to send peace, but a sword. –Matthew 10:34

I mean…it’s not as though you go out and hunt moles for sport.  So the proud owner of this li’l beauty was opportunistic in his or her mole-gathering (though I suppose the same can be said for something like squirrel taxidermy).

Put up again thy sword into his place: for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.  --Matthew 26:52

…’tis enough,’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. –Mercutio, “Romeo and Juliet”

And they have even managed to evoke a look of agony on the face of the losing mole as a hole is poked in his too, too mortal flesh.

Lieutenant, is that your sword, or are you just glad to see me?  --Mae West

Lieutenant, is that your sword, or are you just glad to see me? –Mae West

And now we come to it: seriously, WTF?  How do you stand there with two mole carcasses and say, “Call me crazy, but I have a plan…”?  Whoever you are, taxidermy visionary and genius, we salute you for your contribution to the beautiful WTFery of this world.  Carry on!  Huzzah!

(pictures from imgur)


The Picture that Started It All: Yee-Ha!

There I was, one day, minding my own business when Dianna posted to my Facebook feed.  “Oh, Terri,” she said, “I have something for you!”  As I beheld the picture she posted, and rubbed mine eyes in disbelief I thought…this is too good to not share with the rest of the world.  We need  a place where all the tragic art, all the misguided food, all the creepster photography, all the freak-show taxidermy, and all the various and sundry inexplicables can be celebrated for the hilarious, head-shaking nightmare fuel they are.  And so I give unto you…

Ride 'em, Squirrelboy!

Ride ’em, Squirrelboy!

That’s right.  It’s a squirrel, riding a rattlesnake.  Know what’s even better?  Front shot!

I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.

I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.

That squirrel is a boy.

Can someone please tell me just WTF, exactly, this is all about?


(photos from incrediblethings.com)