Showing posts with label wtf. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 15, 2015

The Godzilla vs Jesus playset


Here's a little item I came across at the Wound and Wound toy company way, way, waaaay back in the day. The set came with a cheap, knock-off Godzilla figure, a bunch of generic army men, and a little Jesus figure that looked like a cake topper or something, as well as a plastic mat with terrain for them to fight on. The King of the Monsters versus the Kind of the Jews, who will win?

I think Godzilla would be in the ocean, and Jesus would change the water into wine, after which Godzilla would get drunk and pass out.

This particular toy is now the property of my pal Enshohoma, check out his artwork here.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Bacon Soda

I for one have never really understood the internet's obsession with everything bacon.  Out there in internet land there seems to be this cottage industry around selling bacon stuff- bacon dolls, bacon talking toys, bacon band-aidsbacon soap, I mean, it's just meat. Sure it tastes good and everything, but it's not like it's something to pattern your whole life after.


Enter Lester Fixins Bacon Soda. First off, WTF? Bacon freakin' soda? Are you serious? Why the hell would anyone want to drink bacon? What the hell is wrong with people?

So I bought it, and I drank it. And it's utterly disgusting. It kinda sorta tastes like bacon, I guess, if what you mean by "bacon" is some overly sweet weird-ass indescribable meat-like taste with a hint of cream soda underneath. I don't want to go as far as to say this crap is undrinkable, but it's certainly not for me.

I don't know man, there are just some things which should not go together, and two of those things are meat, and soda.




Well anyway, it certainly looks like bacon. That is, the bottle is filled with bacon colored liquid. 


Saturday, October 13, 2012

Comics You've Never Heard of # 1 - Geriatric Gangrene Jujitsu Gerbils

One of the results of being a crazed lunatic shut-in like myself  is that one can manage to amass quite a large comic book collection. How large? Let's just say it's starting to demand voting rights. The years of scouring through the quarter bins in the dingy, geek filled dungeons called comic book shops, braving the overpriced booths at conventions, or hunting through dodgy personel-information stealing websites on the internet have left me with quite an impressive array of campy, weird, trashy, brain-destroying comic book sleaze of every genre, so it's only right that I share some of this garbage with the world.

Hence I present a new series here on my sorely underused weird-stuff blog, "Comics you've never heard of." Our first installment will be of an obscure TMNT parody titled "Geriatric Gangrene Jujitsu Gerbils," published by Plant -X productions, 1986. 


The comic starts with an ominous prologue- a large note which takes up the entire page which instinctively makes my brain want to not read it but I do anyway because I know I'll be missing some kind of plot point. And what plot point is that? Some scientist made a "God," and it went "banana tree" on him. Page one and I'm already confused.



We first see our heroes at the Grubby Acres Rest Home,  bitching and moaning about what's on the TV. They seem to be 3 or 4 foot tall gerbil-like mutations, like little hairy midgets. There is no explanation of how they got that way. Apparently their names are Geezer, Duffer, Zeke, and Codger, although Codger's name isn't mentioned until like page 10.


Anyway we get a few "Shut-up-and-quit-being-so-grumpy-and-old" type jokes for a few pages, then suddenly we're introduced to "Samurai Sam," on the TV, who is the bad guy. Samurai Sam doesn't seem to say much, has hands that are as big as his body, and wears a diaper. Sam chops up a bus, and it's supposed to be funny.



Samurai Sam also has some kind of weird, ass-belly type thing that hangs over his diaper from behind. Like he has so much fat that it's filled in his butt-crack, so that when he's walking away from the camera it looks like his body is facing forward and his arms and legs are on backwards. I know I'm the last person who should be complaining about shitty comics, but still.

Plus the perspective is all fucked up on that bus. Seriously.

Anyway some more shit happens for a few pages,then the Gerbils start playing checkers, then Codger attacks Duffer and the two throw down martial arts-style, lest you forget the "Jujitsu" in the book's title. That's some bad-ass Jujitsu. Look how bad-ass it is:



Anyway this book's rip-off of April O'Neil shows up and gives the gerbil's a "Top Secret, Classified information" assignment to go do something, which I assume is to go stop Samurai Sam. We know it's a "Top Secret, Classified information" assignment because that's what it says on the envelope. What we don't know is why the government decided to send a group of four retired hairy midget-gerbil mutations to go apprehend a fat guy with an ass-belly when the worst he seems to do is chop up buses and oppress hot dog sellers. Don't they have cops in the GGJG universe?


Apparently the GGJG were like superheroes in the past or something, so the government pays for them to sit around in the old folk's home and watch TV and crap so they can call upon them whenever this kind of thing happens. I guess that beats paying for police departments, saves the taxpayer's money. So anyway the gerbils suit up in their costumes (which consist of these belt-and-suspenders-type things with a "G" on them) and go out to lay down the smackdown and protect food cart vendors across the city. They start this with a scene of them trying to jump off a building.


This goes on for like five pages. Seriously.


Then they spend two pages trying to take the elevator. Apparently these guys have never heard of stairs.

Anyway while that shit's happening, we are told that "somewhere else" at the place where the Geriatric Gangrene Jujitsu Gerbils were born, "something else" is also born. That something else is the god that went "banana tree" from the long-ass block of text letter beginning, who turns out to be this giant, weird, potato lookin' thing with tentacles that spouts philosophy and shit. Also the god's name is "The Esoteric Rap," whatever that means. Is this some kind of like inner joke among philosophy majors, or something? Goddammit comic book, make some fucking sense.





Anyway  after the Gerbils finally get out of the building they were in, somehow they end up in the desert and meet up with the scientist, then some other shit happens, then on the last page has them about to throw down with Samurai Sam, who now is not only wearing a diaper but also has this really bizarre body-harness thing which I suppose is supposed to be body armor, but true to comic-book rules it doesn't actually protect any part of his body.



Overall the comic is a bit confusing, and also somewhat disappointing. Lots of corny jokes spread out over multiple pages when the message could have been communicated in a few panels, no action really to speak of, and lots of stuff happening which seems to be irrelevant to the plot. On the plus side the artwork is pretty good (except for that ass-belly and weird chopped-up bus panel where the bus does not conform to the perspective laws of known reality.) But a lot of things are just not explained - who are the Gerbils? If they have gangrene how come they're not covered in sores, and their arms and legs aren't falling off? Who is Samurai Sam? Why does he wear a diaper? What the hell is this big mutant potato-lookin' thing? Just what the hell is going on?

Apparently there are two other issues in the series so hopefully some of those questions will be answered. 

Monday, May 7, 2012

Best Birthday Present ever

Holy crap, this is awesome:

Evil Clown Hired for stalking, threats and a pie in the face


‘The clown’s one and only aim is to smash a cake into the face of his victim, when they least expect it, during the course of seven days.’
If the boy or girl manages to avoid the ‘hit’, they are given the cake as a birthday present. Well, that’s alright then.
The frightening fun can be stopped at any time, which is handy for parents who have second thoughts and don’t fancy the cost of child therapy.
Deville said: ‘The clown will never break into a residence or show up at work. ‘It’s all in fun and if, at any point, the kids get scared or their parents are concerned, we stop right there.





This is not going to end nicely. This is a lawsuit (or a murder) waiting to happen.

Friday, February 17, 2012

I want me some Matrix Chicken

Sometimes I think the human ape has become too smart for it's own good. Take for example, this proposal from philosopher Paul Thompson - The Headless Chicken Solution.  Basically it comes down to breeding a race of chickens which do not have brains, then hooking them up to a bunch of machines and shit and using electrodes to stimulate muscle growth, so that the chicken doesn't "suffer."

My first reaction to this idea is "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people?" Although I must admit on further reflection, it actually is a rather good idea. If the animal doesn't have a brain, at least all those PETA people can't complain about it.

But how long before we're just genetically engineering chickens to automatically grow in pre-battered nugget form? And really, could you eat some KFC knowing the poor thing looked like this?




Saturday, January 29, 2011

Kid dunks self through basketball hoop



WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT????!!!!???!!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Games at extra difficulty

In German, but still funny.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Distrubing Japanese Robot



What we have here is a robot made in a joint venture between the Advanced Telecommunications Research Institute and Osaka University. The goal is to develop a robot that reproduces the basic gestures and expressions of a remote user.

Instead, they've created a freakish spooky ghost-like limbless parapelegic sperm-bot. Seriously Japan, what the hell is this thing?

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Darth Vader holds up Bank


From CNN:


New York (CNN) -- Long Island may be far from the Death Star, but that didn't stop Darth Vader from paying a less-than-friendly visit to a bank in East Setauket, New York.

Or at least he looked like Darth Vader, except for the camouflage pants.

The costumed man, with a mask and cape, entered a Chase bank Thursday morning and demanded cash. Although he didn't have a lightsaber, his gun was more than enough to persuade the teller to hand over the money.

The caped criminal then fled east through the bank's parking lot.

Suffolk County police said they are searching for the man, described as around 6 feet tall.


Guess the recession has hit the Empire pretty hard. The Death Star must not have been insured.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Wednesday, September 23, 2009