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Ugly-Pants Alert! At the Mountains of Madness, Part II

The Lovecraftian horror continues. See Part I.

At the Mountains of Madness, Part II

Ugly-Pants Alert! Spanako-pity

A Greek tragedy.


Independence-Day Poll! Yankee Doodle Boys

Yankee Doodle Boys
Who is more patriotic?

Exhibit A: For Spacious Skies

Yankee Doodle Boys, Exhibit A


Exhibit B: A More Perfect Onion

Yankee Doodle Boys, Exhibit B

Ugly-Pants Alert! Take Another Shot of Courage

“It’s a wearable tequila sunrise. Bonus Tetris bag.”—Snapper

(Scroll down for alternative view.)

Take Another Shot of Courage

Take Another Shot of Courage, Alternative View

Like Apples and Oranges

She and someone with good taste.

Like Apples and Oranges

Ugly-Pants Alert! She’s Got Legs

She knows how to fug them.

(With apologies to ZZ Top.)

She’s got a great figure; it’s too bad that she’s encased it in this schmata. Thanks to Snapper for the pic.

She's Got Legs

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