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It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day again!

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The definition of “full of fail“

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Joss Whedon’s brand-new, free (for now), online supervillain musical.

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As someone who finds progressive rock inevitably and unintentionally hiliarious, it is my duty to point out this AV club article about the worst prog rock album covers ever.

1. Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Tarkus

Arguably the most infamous work of bad art in prog history, the cover of ELP’s Tarkus is a bona fide brain-stopper. Rendered in what appears to be Magic Marker, the image of a monstrous tank/armadillo hybrid named Tarkus is just as cartoonishly bombastic as the music within. Open the gatefold cover, and the graphics get even crazier: In a sequence of wordless panels, Tarkus is born from a volcano and battles a host of equally weird critters before being resurrected as—wow—Aquatarkus. According to frontman Greg Lake, Tarkus was meant to be viewed as a symbol of the military-industrial complex. Or at least the military-industrial complex as envisioned by a disturbed middle-schooler.

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Some times I wonder why I still read James Lileks’ weblog so regularly, given that it’s all about his life and his life as a million degrees separated from mine, and then posts like today’s remind me: he is one of the few people out there who is able to completely overthink completely trivial things almost as much as I do:

The scenarios in each verse are always the same: someone who has a job or an appointment discovers that their watch is broken, and makes the mistake of asking the head of the Anti-Timex League if he could possibly lend a hand, only to be given a lecture on the unobtainable nature of time and the folly of seeking to fix it exactly.

Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care? If so, I can’t imagine why.

Oh, get a job, hippie.

There’s actually more. And German Foghorn Leghorn techno.

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Henry VIII’s Topless Dancers.

I always wondered about the meaning of “topless” when used in conjunction with someone most famous for beheading his wives….

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Bored with Santa? Check out Lore Sjöberg’s whole line of holiday santas:

Pagan Santa That Christmas tree? Pagan. Those red and green lights? Pagan. That yule log, if anyone still had yule logs? Extremely pagan. Pagan Santa shows up in a breechcloth and antlers and enacts a battle between the Oak King and the Holly King, with the Oak King emerging triumphant as the Holly King returns to the womb to be born again. Once you retrieve your terrified children from under the couch, Pagan Santa will present to them a garland of mistletoe and a cone cow. Your child will emerge with a greater respect for old traditions, other cultures and the healing power of intensive therapy.

There’s more, including an Objectivist Santa!

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• S’mores for Darfur (via boingboing)
• No one understands me
• Schrodinger’s Caturday

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Today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day!