Monthly Archives: October 2013

Halloween Bonus! Día de Pantalones Feo

Or Day of the Ugly Pants.

The colors and skulls remind me of Day of the Dead (Día de Muertos) celebrations. They’re not really working for this tourist, though.

Day of the Ugly Pants

Ugly-Pants Alert! Fuggin’ with Mr. D.

But I know his name, he’s called Mr. D.
And one of these days he’s gonna set you free.
Human skulls is hangin’ right ’round his pants.
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet.

(With apologies to the Rolling Stones.)

I’m still not entirely sure what’s going on with these pants. Scroll down.

Fuggin' with Mr. D.

Fuggin' with Mr. D., Close-up

Willkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome

Im Cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret!

(I saw Alan Cumming in Cabaret in the late 90s. Three words: dee li SHUS. I’m through.)

We have Ashley to thank (or curse) for this Kit Kat girl gone to seed.

Kit Kat Girl

Girls Just Wanna Have Fug

I think a Cyndi Lauper video erupted on her skirt.

As if to complete the 1980s motif, her friend’s got a Flock of Seagulls—literally—on her dress. Scroll down for close-ups.

[Update—March 10, 2014. Another Lauper/Seagulls combo sighted!]

Girls Just Wanna Have Fug

Girls Just Wanna Have Fug, Close-up 1

Girls Just Wanna Have Fug, Close-up 2

Ugly-Pants Alert! At the Mountains of Madness

Despite our speed, they were very slow in gaining prominence; hence we knew that they must be infinitely far off, and visible only because of their abnormal height. Little by little, however, they rose grimly into the western sky; allowing us to distinguish various bare, bleak, blackish summits, and to catch the curious sense of fantasy which they inspired as seen in the reddish antarctic light against the provocative background of iridescent ice-dust clouds. In the whole spectacle there was a persistent, pervasive hint of stupendous secrecy and potential revelation. It was as if these stark, nightmare spires marked the pylons of a frightful gateway into forbidden spheres of dream, and complex gulfs of remote time, space, and ultra-dimensionality. I could not help feeling that they were evil things—mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething, half-luminous cloud background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial, and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.

—H.P. Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness (1936)

Download Lovecraft’s entire novella here or here! Scroll down for a close-up of these abominable leggings, if you dare.

At the Mountains of Madness

At the Mountains of Madness, Close-up