Friday, May 18, 2012

IMPORTANT UPDATE!!!

My electric razor died out while I was shaving my head!

 

 

Further bulletins as the story unfolds...

THE LOCAL HEROES: TROUBLE IN RIVER CITY is an anthology of super hero stories that will help you appreciate the quiet dignity of Joel Shumacher's BATMAN AND ROBIN. Also it's free!

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Eighty Two

He treated the Bible like he treated the rules for D&D, as a rough guideline he wouldn't let interfere with his having a good time.

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Eighty One

The Local Heroes secured their headquarters against super villain attack but forgot to put a password on their wireless network.

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Eighty

It was the scandal of the gardening department, a fresh young rake caught hanging out with a bunch of dirty hoes.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT! You can get pulled over by the police for driving the Batmobile while wearing Frankenhooker boots!

Thanks to BLEEDING COOL for this important update!

 

The driver, in platform heels and little else was given a warning for “Improper Footwear While Operating A Motor Vehicle.”

Previously on Route d'abbaye


The Nick Of Time (and other abrasions): Route d'abbaye Track Fifteen - Carry That Weight

The Nick Of Time (and other abrasions)

Route d'abbaye

Track Fifteen

Carry That Weight

by

Al Bruno III



Several lifetimes ago Jason Magwier had learned that the secret to looking like a master manipulator was to keep a bemused, know-it-all-expression on his face no matter what was going wrong. It was a strategy that had served him well and saved the lives of his companions on many occasions.


But tonight there was no keeping a nervous tick from tugging at the corner of his smirking mouth, “We’re all here now. How wonderful.”


The parlor of the Sallow Sultan looked like a battlefield in a dollhouse; the red and pink walls were spattered with gore and pockmarked with bullet holes. Two corpses, one a guard, one a working girl, lay on the floor; the blood running from their bodies combined and pooled in front of the fireplace.


Jason had expected that....


The front door had been broken down. Zeth and Dr. Flesh were tussling with only a silver war hammer keeping the old soldier from becoming the deadly assassin's latest victim.


Just like Jason had planned it.


Jack Diamond was woozy, confused and on the defensive.


And that was the way Jason preferred him.


First things first. Jason Magwier launched himself off the club chair and tackled Dr. Flesh. The assassin screeched like an animal but before he could wriggle free Jason pinched him on the nose with a hearty “Beep beep!”


Dr. Flesh’s screeching became choking as he went into a full-fledged seizure.


All four red phials were in place, the Constable and Sentries were neutralized, and the china teaset was destroyed. It had all been going so perfectly, exactly as Jason remembered it might happen.


Then he had seen Lorelei lying on the floor with Mustard half-standing on her back with one foot and crushing her hand with his other. She had been dressed up as one of the Sallow Sultan’s working girls and looked like she had been on the losing end a fight.


“And now that that’s taken care of,” the dark-eyed man made a show of getting back to his feet and brushing himself off, “we can all calm down a little.”


“Fuck you.” Jack Diamond said, “Fuck you in your ear.”


Zeth tried to get up but blood was running from a wound in his scalp and his pupils were dilated. He stumbled and only kept himself from falling by using the silver hammer as a crutch.


At this moment Lorelei was supposed to have been standing behind Jack Diamond, that was the way Jason had seen it in his mind's eye a dozen times over. She was supposed to sneak and skulk! But instead she had gotten dressed up as one of the working girls. Now everything was up for grabs...


“Excuse me,” Jason turned on his heel and glared at the old pimp, “but you're standing on my girlfriend.”


“Jason. Don’t let me die dressed like this-” Lorelei began but Mustard ground his heel into her back to silence her.


“Listen you- I don’t know what your game is and I don’t want to be involved!” the old pimp held up a red phial, “you can take this right back!”


Jack Diamond’s jaw dropped. “What the? How did you...” he patted his torn out pocket then caught sight of his red phial lying on the carpet in the center of the room. It was glowing slightly.


Both phials were glowing slightly. Jason started to speak.


...the gun thundered again, the bullet leaving a crater of gristle where Lorelei’s chest had been. Her heart was visible and it shivered momentarily like a dying animal...


The vision was as brief as it was sudden. It was Jason Magwier’s blessing and curse that he could remember all the things that might happen but this vision was different.


This was something that should have happened.


A droning sound began to filter in from the street, a thick syrupy buzz that grew louder and closer.


“Played...” Dr. Flesh stood, he fished the red phial from his jacket. The red glow deepened, “...you played us all again.”


“I’m sure it looks that way...” Jason produced his own phial and held it up, “...but maybe it’s all just a coincidence.”


“There’s...” Jack Diamond said, “...more than one?”


“Listen to me!” Jason raised his voice, with every word his delivery became more and more theatrical, “Mustard- you were going to be shut down any day. They knew about your ties with the bootleg idol business.”


“Well I never!” Mustard huffed.


The distant reverberations grew louder, it sounded like a fleet of helicopters approaching but there was an organic quality to the sound.


“And you Dr. Flesh,” Jason continued, “do you honestly think that if you killed Jack Diamond the Kuen-Yuin would let you leave this city alive?”


“Don’t you worry about me. I’ll...” Dr. Flesh paused trying to choke off what he was going to say next, what he had to say next, “...carry that weight."


“No!” Jason’s voice was equal parts desperation and exasperation. “There are too many agendas at work here. Do you honestly think the powers that be don’t know what’s going on? The Monarchs? Remember them? The true rulers of this city? Think people! Use your minds... And your ears.”


“Four of them...” Jack Diamond said, “...why are there four of them?”


“We could always set one free and ask it?”


“Very funny,” Dr. Flesh said, “nothing mortal can break these.”


“True,” Jason raised an eyebrow, “if only I had something more than mortal... Something forged by the gods themselves.”


Zeth knew his queue when he heard it. He charged into the center of the room, holding Maxwell’s Silver Hammer over his head.


The buzzing had become a roar somewhere between a mechanical cry and organic thunder. The walls of the Sallow Sultan began to shake.


Maxwell’s Silver Hammer whistled downwards shattering the phial. Each of the other three phials exploded at the exact same moment.


Everything went red.


Reality came apart.


Just like Jason Magwier had planned...





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"Is your B.O. a natural defense mechanism against predators?" or "See ladies? I'm supposed to smell like this!!!"

From iO9

 

...Most of the body is covered with eccrine sweat glands that secrete water and a little salt. This doesn't feed anything, and so the sweat evaporates without stinking. So far, so good. It turns out, though, that around the rest of the body there are things called apocrine sweat glands. They're just about everywhere people have thick body hair, and both the hair and the glands really get going only after puberty. These glands don't just give off water and salt. They mix in sialomucin. Mucins, as the name suggests, result in a lot of the body secretions that could be described as gelid. Sialomucin is a component in breast milk. It feeds children, when secreted by the right body part, but when secreted by the apocrine sweat glands, it feeds a lot of bacteria. The armpits are the best place on the body to get it, since they are always warm and moist, have no cleaning systems, and almost always have a free buffet.

That's what the bacteria get out of living in an armpit, but what do humans get out of this arrangement? The fact that sialomucin secretion starts at puberty indicates it might be attractive to mates, but then again pimples start at puberty, and no one has ever pretended that they're hot. Some researchers think that the fatty secretion might help maintain the hair.

One theory, in particular really strikes me as interesting. Puberty isn't just a time of life that's all about attracting a mate, it's often also a break away from parents. No one is looking out for the kid anymore. So the powerful smell, and the fact that humans sweat when they get an adrenaline rush, indicates to some that humans might produce stink as a warning signal to cleaner animals. Considering carnivores often smell, and carrion-feeders are used to feeding on things that are actively rotting, it has to be some stench. While there are plenty of theories that are competing in this area, I like the idea that our ancestors shared a defense strategy with the noble skunk....

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Here comes the first trailer for the Green Arrow TV series titled ARROW

Rest In Peace Donna Summer

So many great music makers are passing away lately...


From TMZ

Donna Summer -- the Queen of Disco -- died this morning after a battle with cancer ... TMZ has learned.

We're told Summer was in Florida at the time of her death. She was 63 years old. ..





(Insane News from my old stomping grounds) Naked Woman Goes Shopping!

From the TIMES UNION

BALLSTON, NY — A woman visited a Stewart's Shop and Curtis Lumber within a few minutes of each other Tuesday — with no clothes on.

"Have a good day," the woman told one lumberyard employee as she traipsed out.

Curtis Lumber manager Bob Eakin, who was not at work at the time, said the woman asked a couple of employees what time it was before she left.

"No one wanted to say much to her," he said. "It's not a situation you want to be involved in."

A picture captured from a Curtis Lumber security camera of the incident was being shared Wednesday on Facebook. Eakin said he hadn't seen it.

The woman — later identified by Saratoga County District Attorney James Murphy III as Barbara Lafleur of Saratoga Springs — also went to a Stewart's Shop on East Line Road....

Monday, May 14, 2012

The crack team at PLAID STALLIONS shows us the most 70's underwear of the 70's!

And if Lovecraft wasn't awesome enough - he now has an insect species named after him!

From TENTACLLI

A new genus and species has been named after Lovecraft. “Nanocthulhu lovecrafti” is an unusual bisexual wasp, and is described in the Proceedings of the Entomological Society of Washington...

 

Still Not Quite What They’re Looking For part seven

Price Breaks and Heartaches
A journal of retail and failed romance
Chapter Ten
Still Not Quite What They’re Looking For
part seven
Loud head-banging music.
Raucous laughter and girlish giggles.
Underage drinking.
This was in alien territory. I wouldn’t have been invited to a party like this in my high school days and I certainly didn’t feel like I belonged at one in my not quite post college years. I was in my early twenties, everyone else was around seventeen or eighteen.
My brother Phil walked past me and gave me a thumbs up. The poor bastard thought I was mingling when all I really was doing was standing by the beer keg for the front of my Iron Maiden tour shirt to dry.
That’s right, I hadn’t even been at the damn party for ten minutes and already I done something stupid. I had never tasted beer before and for some reason I assumed it would taste more like root beer than it had. I mean why else would they call it root beer?
So I took a big swig from a frothing plastic cup of what I had been assured was Milwaukee’s Best and coughed it all out a half a breath later.
No one noticed but I still stood by the keg waiting for the wet blotches on my shirt to dry. I worked on making small talk with the guys and gals walking up to refill their glasses. Most of my greetings of “Hey what’s up?” “How’s it hanging?” and “Great party huh?” were greeted with a near universal “Who the Hell are you?”
When I explained to them I was Phil’s brother most gave me a confused smile but a few girls made it a point to tell me how hot my brother was.
I told them I was very proud.
It didn’t escape me that this was the kind of gathering Tallulah would have enjoyed. The music, the beer, the dirty jokes- it was all so normal, she would have fit right in.
Was that the reason she had left? Because she had realized the only abnormal thing in her life was me?
“Staring problems?” a voice shouted my way. The shouter was a grubby looking kid with a missing neck and gorilla like arms.
“No,” I said as he approached, “I’m miles away.”
Miles Away?” he glared at me, “what the fuck kind of a name is Miles Away?”
“No!” I said, “I mean I wasn’t looking at you.”
“Then what the fuck were you doing?”
“I was just staring off into space,” I tried to hide my wince by taking a a baby sip of my beer, which made my wince even more pronounced. I coughed, “Great party huh?”
Now he was in my face, “Who the Hell are you?”
“Wow. Have I heard that a lot!”
“I said who the fuck are you?”
“Actually not to be pedantic you said who the Hell are you...”
Apparently being pedantic, or maybe just using the word pedantic, or maybe just using three syllable words, was all it took to piss the kid off. He knocked the beer cup from my hand.
Well, its not like I was going to finish it.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Then my brother was between us. He had moved like a bolt of jean jacketed lightning. “Hey Al, is Roy giving you a problem?”
“Roy?”
Now my would be attacker was shouting, “Got a problem with the name Roy homo?”
For a terrifying moment I was about to ask if his name really was Roy Homo but Phil saved me again. He pushed Roy back, “You mess with my brother you mess with me.”
“That’s your brother?”
“Half-brother but don’t mess with him anyway.”
Roy stomped back into the crowd of party-goers. “Wow,” I said, “that is one big seventeen year old.”
“He’s fifteen.” Phil corrected.
“Oh my God.” I squeaked, “I almost got beat up by a freshman?”
“He doesn’t go to our school. He just got out of juvie.”
“Oh my God.” I squeaked again, “What for?”
“Attempted murder,” Phil explained, “some idiot started talking to him with big fancy words and it drove him into a rage.”
“Oh my God.”
“Enough about him.” Phil shoved another plastic cup of beer into my hand, “Why aren’t you drunk yet?”
Ashamed about my dislike of beer I made the best excuse I could, “I find the atmosphere here intoxicating enough really.”
“Shhhhh! You want Roy to hear you?”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Phil pointed, “Now listen. You see that hot girl over there?”
I did and she was hot- pert breasts, frizzy hair the color of honey and pert breasts.
Did I mention her breasts were really pert. I mean wow.
“She your latest conquest?” I gave my brother a friendly nudge.
“No,” he nudged back, “yours.”