Holy Crap...Its Matt Dove

GAH!
I can't even summon enough words to describe how much I LOVE this painting. Is it perhaps that the shape of the rabbits' heads remind me of my own beloved Gerb (RIP, read "I am Qualified" to learn more)? Is it the colors? The texture? The sheer magnificent awesomeness that is this piece of work? Yes.

Its for sale for 500 bonez at ArtBreak.com. But, don't even THINK about purchasing it! Because once I become semi-rich (meaning I can pay off my credit card bills, save money, AND buy a few things here and/or there) I am snatching it and hanging it above my bed. It will replace the three paintings of horse heads I did.

Actually, I'm totally kidding. Please support artists who create beautiful things for the love of the process. (This is a good time to also do a plug for EffinEffigy.com!)


Not to be over looked is dude's wood working skills.

The amount of talent in this one person makes me green with envy...but also really happy that a person like this exists! Aren't these amazing?! I Love it! My mom and I may open a very eclectic home/ design/ furnishing store, and I would just go nuts to sell a few of these pieces.

Taxidermists: sick in the head?

When I think of Taxidermists, I like to imagine an old English country town in the dead of Winter. The towns folk are in the local tavern enjoying an ale in front of the roaring fire. They are having a hearty laugh at a fishing story John is telling of his recent luckless trip with Terry.. when out pops Old Bill from around the fireplace with a fox head on a stick. "Top of the mornin to ya towns folk" he ventriloquises in a high pitched fox voice. Old Bill is a strange man.


You see, Old Bill has been stuffing dead animals for around fifty of his fifty-seven years now. His crackpot macabre antics have become acceptable to these isolated people, like panto in the priesthood. Its not uncommon to see Old Bill walking down the street chattering away to two or three of the stuffed bunnies he keeps in his coat breast-pocket as he drags his stuffed cocker spaniel, Trixy, out for a walk.

What drives a man like Old Bill to taxidermy? Is it furry love, a cover up for interspecies zombie misadventures, or something more sinister like being "sick in the head"? Crazy in the coconut. Stubbie short of a six pack. Nuff-nuff in the noggins. NQR upstairs....

In Old Bills case, it could be said to be a combination of all three. Old Bill loves all creatures great and small. He loves them so much he is afraid they will leave him one day. Leave him all alone. But Old Bill found a way to make his furry loves a part of him forever.
What scientists are just uncovering now is that loneliness is a side effect of zombieism. Sure, they say "eat the brain, gain the knowledge", but no one mentions the loneliness that will be consumed and adopted by the soul of one who consumers another. It's a mirror effect. Like water in a bucket, or candy man in the mirror - there really can be only one.
This catch 22 brings us to the last of the unfortunate trifecta, head sickness.
Old Bill truly isn't the type of man you'd offer a green fairy cocktail or a spliff on a night you have your guard down...

Moon Rabbits: Exterminated by NASA

I mentioned this earlier in the week about rabbits living in the moon. There is some basis for this. According to wiki:

"The Moon rabbit, also called the Jade Rabbit, is a rabbit that lives on the moon in East Asian folklore. The legends about the moon rabbit are based on the traditional pareidolia that identifies the markings of the moon as a rabbit pounding in a mortar. In Chinese folklore, it is often portrayed as a companion of the moon goddess Chang'e, constantly pounding the elixir of life for her; but in Japanese and Korean versions it is just pounding mochi."

What's probably most interesting about the moon rabbits, is supposedly NASA when they visited the moon wiped them all out. You can read the NASA transcript here. It's basically just telling them to keep an eye out for the moon rabbits.

You can see it here though, so why bother to read it:


The conspiracy is real people!

Samurai Rabbit Astronaut Like My Daddy

You may remember Usagi Yojimbo the lovable rabbit ronin created by Stan Sakai. But have you seen him in space?

Watch this rare footage and understand that rabbits in space are bad news buddy(more on this later):

Demiurgical Rabbit Studies

"There is no mention of rabbits in the Bible" beyond the assumption that Noah had a couple of them on the ark, he said. "In fact, there's no mention of bunnies or colored eggs."

Further proof that rabbits are in fact aliens sent from outside our black iron prison. To save us from an evil creator god, and allow us to transcend blah blah blah dmt blah blah blah lsd.

"Carrots are devine... You get a dozen for a dime, It's maaaa-gic!"

President Bush "We Need More Troops".

President Bush has yet again made it known that we are in for another troop surge before his term in office is finished this November. Since our military force has been stretched so thin, other avenues of defense were ultimately pursued. Several years in the making, this top-secret project is set to launch in the up-coming months when road-side attacks are thought to be at their peak.

"I feel the best way to counter-act terrorism both in Iraq and at home is with the use of these stealified military pets." says the president regarding the matter. "These young soldiers bravely give their life, their pellets, and their freedom in order to make sure that America can become even more America-y. You will see the full effect of this once you get your Monopoly money...I, I mean stimulus check starting this May.".

Rightfully named H.A.R.E. (which stands for "Has Ability to Reach Enemies"), this small creature's sole job is to secure areas that are deemed hazardous or volatile. With two fully functioning tanks on its back, the H.A.R.E. is able to blast out hidden road side bombs that are undetectable to the human eye.

Remarkable indeed.
















The H.A.R.E., shown in preliminary testing in northern Alaska.

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