Leftovers

At the Los Angeles Municipal Art Gallery:



It's about four feet off the ground, you can bend down and stand up in the bottom hole and imagine the corset's owner before the security guards hurry you away. Nifty.



That's a form of art I like, which is convenient because I am limited to it: figure out a process and the process makes the art, in this case smushing a deposit of charcoal upwards. Excellent idea! Have you ever thought of smushing the charcoal DOWNWARDS? Further process-as-art ideas involve the delightful errors introduced by the tiny fingers of child laborers.

In Disneyland, an untitled steampunk shrubbery. What fantastical creature might have a use for these things?

Wednesday Skull Blogging

M. Bouffant led us to Wacko, an Archie McPhee with pretensions. And there was this:



Not St. Valerius:



Not St. Coronatus:



Not St. Felix:



Not St. Valentine:



More and better pictures here.

Carousel

Or

Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-Misanthropes

Can the apocalypse be willed upon us? Some try. Also they walk me around LA to look for evidence of its coming.

Note to the Riddled crew: the "DREAM SHOP" is already equipped with bicycles.



Yes, Fashion of Echo #1 is just a little too fancy for YOU.



Boy, they don't make houses like they used to before Frank Lloyd Wright made houses.






As Sergeant O'Malley loads up his gun,
He wonders who kneecapped Lady No.1.
A Gentleman lacking the requisite digit?
Perhaps Lady No.2's hireling did it.



Note that the gate was locked:







Constant complaints from yours truly about the diminishing fun of crossing the border for candy ignore contributions from our Mexican friends, who are determined to overpackage new and distressing forms of poison. Honestly, individually wrapped cakelets stuffed in a plastic tray and then rewrapped? What, we're MADE of plastic? Submarinos and Gansitos are both awful AND planet-destroying. Eat up, apocalypsoists!

Dumbo

More Psychedelia

Teacups

Jeebus I want acid. Doesn't Guest Relations give that stuff out?

Teeth

Quote of the Day

BONUS QUOTE:

"THE CHURRO SOLUTION DOESN'T WORK!"

—The Lovely Daughter

In My Confusion

From the AGO:





Yeah, that's what I'm up to.



Of the Grange Prize artists I liked Emmanuelle Léonard most.

Commerce in Toronto

Not Like the Others

I Had the Venison

Richmond Station prepares Bambi properly.



Sorry, ate in a crazy frenzy and did not photograph the dish.

The Orbs Advance

Are they some form of gastropod?

Distress

For Thundra

Naming Conventions

First, a drink of chocolate made of cocoa beans harvested from the jungled banks of the Fraser River after the rainy season. Next, a distillate of fermented almonds pulped by the elbows of Richardien monks in their Laurentian arena. Then Skipper Bailey's unique solution to Newfoundland's oversupply of Irishmen. Last, the sweet essence of untundra mint harvested by the Hawaiian-shirted Inuit of the ever-warming Arctic.

Combine these liquid treasures and what else could such a drink be called?

Hazards of Metro Toronto

I Summon the Demons of the North

Food and Drink

In the morning, before movies, a grilled cheese sandwich from Canteen. The pickled grapes are good on their own, but the recipe for those and the sandwich is here. Added slice of margherita pizza and pumpkin soup.



After movies a couple of undistinguished pints and then off to Miskatonic University Barchef for drinks.

From the sweet and sour portion of the menu two girlie drinks, Strawberries and Lavender on the left, Currant on the right:



Then, from the Molecular portion of the menu, a sort of bubbling half-liquid enchambered in mournful mists from the summit of Hatheg-Kla:



No wait, it's the most insane Manhattan ever:



A pre-human Hyperborean worshipper of Tsathoggua dares you to pluck from the nauseating effluence of miasmal gases...a SAILOR'S MOJITO.