


Arghhh! How can the pictures end there? What happens next? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
Found by: Sarah K
Loveliest comment, by Xay: Feed it a dentist and see what happens.
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Arghhh! How can the pictures end there? What happens next? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
Found by: Sarah K
Loveliest comment, by Xay: Feed it a dentist and see what happens.

I stayed up far too late last night watching eevil watery life forms take over Mars (on TV! not in person!) and then my kids woke me up unbelievably early this morning and now my Anthropomorphisis is flaring up big time. Because some people might look at this listing and thing, “Wow! Wadda foyer!” or “Hey, isn’t that the most expensive residential listing in the US? Think I’ll buy it!” or even “My goodness, Brenda and Dylan sure brought in the big bucks for the Spellings,” my first thought is fear. Pure fear.
And then confusion.
Because I swear there’s an evil snowman staring at me, but I can’t quite place it. It’s like this:

But not quite. Argh, who is it? It’s not Sam the Snowman:

And it’s not Bumble, either:

Anyone? Tell me I’m not alone in this… so alone. So very, very alone.
Found by: Sara
Loveliest comment, by Snarla: Looks a bit like evil robot Santa on Futurama.



Maybe to go along with the new Chairtuday Saturday, I should have an “Actually I Think This Is Awesome” Sunday. Rolls of the tongue, doesn’t it? But anyway: actually, I think this is awesome! Sea monsters, on your house! I am opposed to painting over windows (a strongly held position I didn’t know I had until five minutes ago), but other than that: rock on, Poseidon.
Found By: Melinda
Loveliest comment, by glasgowtremontaine: octopi + aspidistra = MEGASNOWDROP
Happy Chairtuday, all!
Chair‘s been missing for a while. It turns out Chair was at a family reunion down in Florida:

Oh, come now. Are we supposed to believe that when a group of Chairs get together, they just stand around nicely and chit-chat? I think not.
Here’s an alternate view of the same scene — this one, oddly enough, wasn’t chosen for the condominium’s website, but was tracked down by an intrepid Chair spotter:

That’s more like it. Looks like Chair’s family reunions are pretty much what I’d expect.
Found by: Mark (alternate view here or here. Warning: .pdf files.)
Loveliest comment, by kristen55: There’s always one guy at the reunion who can’t hold his liquor.


Thanksgiving is over. Too much family. Too much cooking. Too many squash biscuits. Too much booze. Too much whipped cream. I shall retire to my Bathtub of Solitude to regenerate.
Found By: Kelly
Loveliest comment, by noonebutme: it’s the set from xanadu! where are my skates….?

…that I didn’t have to sleep in the guest bedroom,

…and that I didn’t have to make Thanksgiving dinner in an operating room,

…that I haven’t yet had to call an emergency plumber (pictured above) on the cloggiest day of the year.
And most of all: I’m thankful for my lovely readers with their excellent comments and amazing finds. Thank you! Mwa! Extra pie all around!
(Note to furriners: today is Thanksgiving, when Americans eat a lot of pie. There’s more to the story, but once you grow out of the handprint turkey stage and into “needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defense” awareness it gets awkward.)
Found By: Mario P
Found by, and by: the Facebook group I just can’t stop stealing from, “For oss som fascineres av bildene på Finn.no.”

I’ve been brining the turkey for seven weeks. Think it’s done yet?
Found By: Patricia
Actually I’m going to be doing my turkey in a Crock Pot this year, because I am insane.
Loveliest comment, just because it made my Thanksgiving dinner better, even though it’s a bit gross out of context, and even in context really, by Denita TwoDragons: You could probably finish it in the oven for the last half-hour so the skin gets crisped up.