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Courtesy of Brian... Click and download this great funny song: Frontier Psychiatrist by the Avalanches
Courtesy of Colin... Strangest 19th Century Children's Book
Click for Zoom In
Neat-o Way to Watch the March of Time... Apparently, it's accurate!
Indian pop song animation... So bad, it's funny
40's sci-fi comics scans!... Thrill to the adventures of Reef Ryan, Norge Benson, and Auro, Lord of Jupiter
This one's for Colin... Transform
A pretty good rundown of the different democratic candidates if you're interested.
This is High King Fingon fighting Gothmog. Gothmog is the most powerful of Balrogs. He's the High Captain of Angband. Guess who won in this fight? Not the elf, that's for sure.
He also took out Fëanor and Echtelion. Anyway, I'm a fan.
See an artist's work while under the influence of LSD.
Check out the Visual Thesaurus... or not.
Lemmings... what a great game.
Every character featured in fighting games. Sasquatch gets my vote for the BEST OF ALL TIME. FIGHT!!!
Design your own roller stokester.
Henry Selick's making the stop motion animation for Wes Anderson's next film. I don't know about you, but I find it very exciting.
I like it when Gandalf fights the Balrog, aka Valarauko, Flame of Udûn, Durin's Bane.
I like Muppets, I like oafs, I like blue, and I like the name "Thog". So it should come as no surprise that I like the blue Muppet oaf named Thog.
I was never into He-Man as a child. But now that I actually am a He-Man I can sort of see the appeal. In honor of this, here is a series of short films centered around Skeletor and gang.
Martians are a Super Race. In other news, gender roles in the year 2000 A.D. will be reversed completely!
Pathetic Geek Stories has its own home away from the Onion, and it has archived strips, more about the creator, rejected suggestions, and it's glorious. Yaaay!
What happens when you make Austrians draw logos from memory? Click
Are you curious how the goblinoid races approach intercourse? Click
Did you know? J.Lo is a sleeping deity, and we are all but her dream. Click
But what if I'm more into his Blue Period? Click
Want to see one of my favorite comic book artist's works animated? Click
Skeletor is here, in our world, and he's... OPENING DOORS?!?! Aaaah! Click
Who doesn't want to learn to wield the betleH yIqel? Click
Have you read my great-grandfather's book about inorganic chemistry? Click
Items for sale found on ebay:
"The flapjacks could revolutionize the diagnosis of delayed gastric emptying."
"Do you hear the frog shout?"
"Do you really want to stick around and watch the entire world be destroyed by evil creatures from beyond Hell?"
"What is Kymaerica?"
"The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm, as caused by the Child Slave Rebellion"
Make your own Adventure Games
Kite Aerial Photography
Bizarre Record Covers
Check out the commercial for the Electrolux Death Ray. It's Genoceismic! And I can personally attest it helps in zap skirmishes.
When in Ancient Rome... play D&D?!?
In response, Brennan did a study of two families.
Freya Rocks!
Speaking of rocks, Go Stonedar and Rokkon!
Who said "Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies."?
Give up? Answer: The one and only Instrument of Destruction
Anyone who doesn't think he's the most handsome of Transformers doesn't know what they are talking about.
Items of Interest:
Sons I gave birth to are 'unrelated' to me
Let them Sing it for You -close the little overlaying window and type in your own lyrics
Amazing article about the myths homeless children in Miami make up
Beloved Nursery Rhyme really a recruitment song for Pirates! (just kidding)
Write a letter to your future self
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greetings from tooth decay. i will be your server tonight.
J.R. has a spiffy new website with daily updates. Go Jim Rice!
I would like to eat a lot of good cheap Indian food. I love it so. The lack of available, agreeable, and affordable Indian cuisine in my immediate environs at all times is so very tragic that there should be round-the-clock dirges sung about it. I also suggest amassing a collection of a thousand weeping widows in a candlelight vigil to last four hundred years. Every day should be determined by every government in the world to be a national henry's indian food tragedy acknowledgment day. I'll leave it up to each land's lawmakers, but I suggest that children will still have to go to school, only they must never wear anything but black (I will allow deep violet hues) and they must never ever play diverting parlour games. Hopscotch, and especially that one game with the "One Potato, Two Potato..." should be strictly forbidden. This will ensure the youth of today will honor and lament my tragic circumstances.
Hitler's artwork
Excerpt from the SECRET BOOK OF TACTICS :
Eighteentheists believe in a god we cannot see, not so much out of a sense of faith, but out of a sense of Strategy. A lot of people look for evidence that God exists. Well, we at Event 18 don't want any evidence. We stick our fingers in our ears, close our eyes, hop up and down, and mumble "I'm not listening!" to ourselves over and over whenever such evidence is presented to us. This is a very sacred act; children are taught this Tactic at a very young age. We believe it is good Strategy towards attaining Eighteenancy. On the subject of Atheists: they are not bad. Rather, they are considered our unwitting spiritual brothers and allies. We at Event 18 encourage each other to flash appreciative smiles in their direction, and/or provide them furtive thumbs-ups and occasional high-fives (apropos of nothing). Why not give a wink at an Atheist? They are doing us all a great service.
today we're having our 3rd annual halloween costume party at work. except 'annual halloween costume party' is redundant! because it's not like you can have more than one a year. hary-har.
Hey Kids! Need a costume for Halloween? Why not go as Madam Gingerbell?
Stick Figure Kung Fu Animation
Funny Stuff: Large buttocks are pleasing to me, nor am I able to lie concerning this matter
Found this quote online from somebody's web log :
"A zest in the ferreting out of the obscure,
a positively detective zeal in the running to earth
of this most subtle master of the dissembling art,
that is the foremost asset of the clinical syphilogist."
--- John H. Stokes, Modern Clinical Syphilogy
Say WHA?!
Sounds pretty though.
The apparent source of the quote for the blogger is a book that came out this year called "POX - Genius, Madness, and Mysteries of Syphilis" by Deborah Hayden, which, among other things, devotes each chapter to a famous person who might have suffered from the disease. Just about everybody makes the list. The author claims that syphilis has been vastly underrated as a force in shaping human history. That the creative euphoria it causes might have provoked Beethoven, for example, to crank out the def jams. I'm planning on checking it out from the library to see if there's anything more about my grandpa.
More about the book and author
Well, excuuuse me! Looks like the Yetis of Dr. Who are actually robots, servants of the Great Intelligence, a shapeless cosmic entity. Could've fooled me!
Let's take a look at some other robots from the famous British television science fiction programme...
All these Robots are evil characters on the show. They are EVIL ROBOTS GONE BAD. Death to the Robots! Die, Robots, Die! May God Smite Thy Circuitry! You Rot in Hellfire, Robotronicons! (...sorry, I'm just brainstorming potential autobiography titles here. I'll stop.)
The Cuban burrowing animal called almiqui is alive! And is rather scary looking. My good friend Chuck urged me to take a gander. See for yourself. It is alive!
Here's a news article about something I'd better watch out for. I don't want to violate state law. The moral: Asthmatics Must Not Share!
I am made up of four indistinct clones of a variety not found on this plane nor on the proximate planes adjacent to this one. I have thoroughly researched my claim and expect no criticism. On Tuesdays I have an expert checker make sure that the four clones are indistinct and as a whole encompass and compose my current external being. I pay the man well. His salary is comparable to those adopting similar advocations. I keep a good relationship with him and the other workers. Bi-weekly written reports inked into paper by my employees indicate to me any areas that need improvement. As it stands I am receiving quite satisfactory marks in this regard. A scientist by the name of Wartgrope is a cunning young fellow in my employ. I send him out on errands of a mercantile variety. The Grocery Store is a common destination point. As is the Bank and the Local Constabulary. It is in the latter that I purchase protection. A hundred armored "cop" soldiers can keep me guarded while I take daily walks, pic-nic, or invite acquaintances over to the compound for a game of squash. As I have told the newspapers on numerous occasions, I do not utilize their services for outright militaristic activities. They are merely employed for defensive measures. Friends of mine consider the police people as an excuse to keep personal armies and wage war on neighbors. I approve and support because they are my friends. Secretly, however, I feel as if civilization is fragmenting as a result of their ill intentions. Quakes from within the structure are slowly weakening the outer surface. Like civilization, I shudder, barely able to contain the sense of dread and anxiety I feel for the fate of our great society.
I drank about a pound of water yesterday. I also found two meals. This is an improvement over last year from this date. I commemorated the anniversary by fervently wishing for my own well-being. I did not notice any changes in my sweating patterns.
I should tell you about my good friend Hansa O'Plaus. She is an aunt to the Governor. As well as an accomplished fish collector. I see her every Sunday and Wednesday for reasons neither of us are ready to disclose, nor truly understand. It is a harsh practice of stretching gloves, our favorite pastime together. We do not make the job easy for ourselves, I believe we do so because we are purposefully trying to lead lives of struggle and romance. Hansa's favorite hair is blonde. Her favorite dish is the plate. I have remarked to many how much I enjoy her choice of clocks, and I won't do so again here. One thing I wish to touch upon is her decision to keep assorted dogs on the second floor. My opinion is that they are aesthetic oddities. A visitor to the second floor will no doubt be surprised to see them dotting the carpets and sometimes even draped about the furniture. There are times when I have suggested to Ms. O'Plaus that she build enclosures around them so visitors won't be so surprised. But as time has grown, I have become accustomed to the sight of the various dogs. I believe they provide important services. Scientists are still discovering their capabilities with heat and light. When I call the Science Center, the men there are always eager to assure me that much work is proceeding with dogs and I shouldn't worry. I have heard they might be good for healing small wounds. At any rate, Ms. O'Plaus (Hansa) is enamored with the dogs and I will not tamper with the aesthetics she has chosen for the second floor.
Ms. O'Plaus is considering becoming a neighbor to the city's vast homeless population. She is looking into portable living spaces. I believe there are a number of affordable options, most notably the one that resembles a castle.
Twas a night such as this with the water all still
And the cold wind so cutting that your bones feel the chill
On Widow's Pillows, near the Cape of Luncumber
The crew of Red William endeavored to slumber
'Fore the Sandman could start to dispense his supply
The night air be punctured by a terrible cry
Brooding over the prow was a dark plum-red cloud
It be what which is known as a "shrieking spectral shroud"
Now the Shroud is a ghost and a vile one at that
It can swallow you whole and spit out your fat
It hungers for flesh, it'll settle for souls
Your mind's made its slave which it cruelly controls
Now a pirate is fearless when it comes to most things
Like the thunder of cannons or the threats of daft kings
He's not scared of a tussle, a row, or a brawl
The noose, or a knife edge, or a nasty black squall
But as soon as there's something supernatural or ghastly
You can bet he'll be screaming and fleeing quite fastly
And this night's no exception to that one simple rule
For when the men eyed the Shroud, not a one kept his cool
Some jumped overboard, which is not very wise
For the sharks known to eat you 'fore you says yer good-byes
Others climbed to the crow's nest - This I don't recommend
For if harpies assault you, it be hard to defend
There's not a thing to be done 'cept to run 'round and whoop
Wave your arms to-and-fro, and act like a big doop
Go ahead panic, make ruckus, lose all composure
Be aware that your life's due for imminent closure
So most of the pirates in a very small area
Flipped out, went daffy, and succumbed to hysteria
But there was one on-board that was brave and undaunted
Who remained unfazed when the ship became haunted
She was a lovely lass who went by the name Esther
And when it came to ghost-catchin', there was none who could best her
She could exorcize, ensorcel, as well as ensnare
Hoodwink and hornswoggle even the Scariest Scare
Head on she faced this phantasmic force
Its frightful shriek contained not a hint of remorse
And while all around her raged the mad pirate mob
Esther just stood there and appraised the big blob
She calmly said, "Pardon me, Mr. Shroud, sir
I think that the Captain and I would prefer
That you found a new ship to plague and pursue
Please take your leave... You're blocking our view"
After saying these words she lifted her hands,
And traced mystic sigils no one understands
She muttered some things to make her spell complete
And -Poof!- The Shroud vanished with one final bleat
"All's clear! The nightmare's gone!", Ms. Esther said
Then she bid them good night and went back to bed
No pirate noticed of course due to the din
It took until dawn for her words to sink in
For the rest of the night, the crew of Red Willy
Ran around scared and acted quite silly
Despite this loud bedlam and raising of hell
Esther still managed to sleep rather well
When they saw that the spectre had been sent away
The pirates gave out a big, "Hip! Hip! Hooray!"
"I am happy to help", Ester said with a bow
Now could everyone please wash themselves now?"
That's the thing about Essie, she liked everything clean
But nobody minded maintaining their hygiene
For with Esther around there was nothing to fear
She made the Main safe for every single Buccaneer!
These are a few of my favorite things...
Phone Numbers that make a statement
A whole lotta Guacamole
Er, which way to the Cracks of Doom?
Can a Hedgehog save a town?
You too can own the Moon!
This is the Mechanical Monster Robot from the 1939 serial "The Phantom Creeps".
It is just one of the deadly inventions created by Dr. Alex Zorka, who, driven mad by his wife’s death, invents deadly things in order to destroy and/or conquer mankind.
It's Bela Legosi as the evil Dr. Zorka!
Zorka gloats, "One by one my enemies will be disposed of until I am master of the universe!"
Sucks to be the Eiffel Tower (see photograph directly below this caption). Am I right, folks?
I just thought you guys might want to know these things:
Residue crystals from Atlantis cause the Bermuda Triangle.
Helena Blavatsky and the theosophists of the late 19th century revealed that
the Atlanteans had invented airplanes and explosives and grew extraterrestrial wheat.
They also alerted us to the existence of Mu, a lost continent in the Pacific Ocean, similar to Atlantis, but NOT Atlantis, for it is called MU.
On Mu, or alternatively, Lemuria, there lived a race of fifteen-feet-tall, four-armed, brown-skinned psychic hermaphrodites, whose eyes were set far apart on their flat faces so they could see sideways, and whose feet had protruding heels, enabling them to walk either forward or backward (Their choice).
These freaky Lemurians were known as the "Third Root Race", and some (but not all) of the them had a third eye on the back of the skull.
Before they became extinct, they hatched the "Fourth Root Race". These were human beings that lived on Atlantis. Unfortunately, they were all destroyed by black magic.
You and I might not know it, but we're the Fifth Root Race.
There will be Seven Root Races total. Our ultimate fate, according to Madame Blavatsky, is that after the Seventh
all life will leave planet earth and start afresh on Mercury.
Is there anyway that we can go back to live on Mu instead? That's where I want to go.
Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu. Mu.
Funny Transformers Links!
Be Sure to Read the Ode at the bottom : Man of the Century
Be Sure to Click on "WATCH it in action" : Unicron Action Figure
Remember Foghorn Leghorn from the Looney Tunes cartoons?
There was a chickenhawk that joined him in several episodes and I just found out his name was...
I found online the correspondences of Samuel Evans Stokes and Gandhi.
Another relative?!
Here's some American Stokes history for you:
Hey Kids! Click on this Picture to Enlarge. Then Print it out, Color it, and Trade it in at School for Food!
Thomas and Mary Stokes were London Quakers who came to New Jersey in 1677 on the ship "Kent".
Thomas is known in family tradition as "the Settler." He and Mary had five children. Two of them were Joseph and John.
Joseph
He married Judith Lippincott and they had a son named Samuel.
Samuel built a house and he named it "Harmony Hall".
Still around today, it was with the family for 120 years. Sam married Hannah Hinchman and thier son John Hinchman Stokes became a doctor and married Ann Evans.
Ann Evans was his second cousin. But exactly how is still uncertain. Either her mom was Bathsheba Stokes, daughter of Joseph, Thomas the Settler's son. Or her dad was Nathaniel, who was the son of Joseph, jr., husband of Esther Newlin, brother to Samuel, and a son of Joseph (the Settler's son). The latter makes more sense since it explains how the name Newlin entered the family.
Either way, John Hinchman and Ann Evans had a son, John, jr., and he was a doctor too.
Then he and his wife Tabitha Jenkins had a son named Henry Newlin who became a chemist but quit his job to be an occultist.
H.N. and Wilhelmina van den Berg had a son, John Hinchman, and he became an important syphilologist.
And his son James, a doctor as well and a colonel in the U.S. Army, had me.
And my brothers.
Interesting Side Note: Henry Newlin's brother was Samuel Evans and his son Samuel, jr. ("Satyanand") was a really cool guy who went to India and became friends with Gandhi and helped in the struggle there.
John
Thomas and Mary's son John (brother to Joseph - who I directly descend from) married Elizabeth Green (called "Lady Green" in family tradition) and the two of them settled on a plantation they called "Stokingham". They had a son named named John, jr.
John, jr., married Hannah Stockdale. Their son David had a son named Charles who had a daughter named Alice. Now Alice Stokes married William Parry and their daughter Tacie (and her husband William Paul) decided to name their daughter Alice Stokes Paul after Tacie's mom.
Alice Stokes Paul is a famous women's rights leader! And I just discovered my relation to her.
Colin suggested I make a Yeti page for the Yeti stuff. So I did. If you want to see new stuff about Yeti then you have to check the Yeti page for Yeti updates. Because this page is for non-Yeti stuff. I may do the same thing for Theosophy.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle believed in spiritualism and the existance of fairies.
Another reason Theosophy might not be as popular today is how demanding it is of its followers.
Blavatsky wrote that:
"...the foremost rule of all is the entire renunciation of one's personality -- i. e.,
a pledged member has to become a thorough altruist, never to think of himself, and to
forget his own vanity and pride in the thought of the good of his fellow-creatures,
besides that of his fellow-brothers in the esoteric circle. He has to live, if the
esoteric instructions shall profit him, a life of abstinence in everything, of
self-denial and strict morality, doing his duty by all men."
and
"...every member must be either a philanthropist, or a scholar, a searcher into Aryan
and other old literature, or a psychic student."
In short, one had to be an Anonymous Philanthropist.
Found a really good page with information (of a skeptical nature) about Theosophy...
The Skeptic's Dictionary
In regard to Madame Blavatsky's Ascended Masters (see entry further below), they wrote :
(Note the little jab there at the end)
"These Adepts were said to dwell in the Himalayas, Egypt, Tibet and other exotic places.
They are known for their extraordinary psychic powers and are the sacred keepers of some
mysterious "Ancient Wisdom". They are not divine, she said, but more highly evolved than
the rest of us mere mortals. (Evolution, according to Blavatsky, is a spiritual process.)
Their goal is to unite all humanity in a Great White Brotherhood, despite the fact that
they dwell in the remotest regions of the world and apparently have as little contact
with the rest of us as possible."
And in regard to why Theosophy hasn't exactly taken off as a religion:
"Many people are not likely to take seriously a Russian noblewoman who claimed to have
had childhood visions of a tall Hindu who eventually materialized in Hyde Park and
became her guru and advisor."
The mysterious HPB pictured above and in an entry further down (with attendants) is none other than Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (1831-1891) founder of Theosophy.
For more information on this occultist, project your astral double here and here.
And here is Madame Blavatsky in a rare photograph posing with some friends. Check them out!
Kuthumi (on left)
A one-time Pharoah, he was also St. Francis of Assisi and one of the three Wise Men.
He also built the Taj Mahal.
El Morya (in middle)
Notable past lives include Abraham, King Arthur, and Thomas Becket AS WELL AS Thomas More (taking on two different Henrys).
Let's not forget he was one of the three Wise Men.
and finally,
Saint Germain (on right).
Francis Bacon (aka Christopher Marlowe/Columbus), founder of freemasonry, was a master swordsman and violinist.
They're all Ascended Masters, and she could channel them using her occult powers. GO HPB!
I love Pokey the Penguin.
Who can forget such characters as "The Boxing Glove", "Chicken Delicious", "Old Man Nutty", "the Devil", and "Fruitcup the Clown"?
HPB and attendants.
I am attempting to buy these salt and pepper shakers off of e-bay.
A rare photograph of the now defunct band "Marfa and the Worthies". I'm the drummer on the right.
My brother Brian decided to make shirts, mugs, and other knick-knacks with the all-too-familiar "Due to heightened security measures, is prohibited." phrase they have on signs everywhere these days.
After an intensive brainstorming session with me, only a couple made the cut. I'm proud to say "monkeys" was one of them. Here are some more ideas:
Due to heightened security measures, adverbs are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, necromancy is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, amputation is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, attending your aunt's birthday is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, heightened security measures are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, Kansas is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, envelopes are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, breakfast cereals are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, Armageddon is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, catching your flight on time is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, clowns are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, red glowing eyes are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, bermuda shorts are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, fishsticks are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, lunar eclipses are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, invisibility is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, cavorting is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, peanut butter sandwiches are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, magical abilities of any kind are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, sushi is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, tickling is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, the internet is prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, goldfish are prohibited
Due to heightened security measures, dental floss is prohibited
Wheeljack made him from a hologram of museum skeletons.
His function was "Desert Warrior".
His comrades were Slag, Sludge, and Swoop.
Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millenial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There he hath lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
A being created by Skeletor himself with the aim of looking exactly like He-Man, to create maximum trouble and confusion. Unfortunately for Skeletor something went wrong in the spell, and Faker is a miscolored and negative version of He-Man, easily detectable as the evil being he is. Through magic, Skeletor can make him into an exact likeness, but the spell lasts only a very short time, and the evil creature is soon revealed.
Full fathom five thy father lies
Of his bones are coral made
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange
- William Shakespeare, "The Tempest"
A stationary stationery store in London that bears my name.
A favorite song.
Above: That's my brother Colin on the far right.
Below: That's him aping the ape.
I was feeling like Nostradamus yesterday:
why dig
behold the last passing of the sun of sin
withholding under my prestigious aims
fortune's wary of the divine wrath stone.
an argument's membrane secures only in peace.
it's a sin, said the actor , and none but the fools carry the gold.
and through my eyes i cast out the face of wings
as actual as a walk in the night
under white capped waves.
my wit is hunger
my end time is fed
by the wishes of hags
of the bats in the stews
and of enigmas wrought from shepherds' toil.
down in the ivory iron cottages,
far back waiting spines for slow sweet
hand-over-hand instruction
lying perforated as it is hemmed
a not castle
broken by the teething men who
by writ and law are not given tongues
are not given hands
who won't give purchase to your calls and cravings.
as it is the stone as it is made
the ever-melting cones emote villainy and cowardice
i am sick and saddened
marooned by schools of fish
out here stating these flat corner plans
humbled by the gray numb
i wear the red splash as a vote for animals
and practice in decay.
he says, son
you've got to sail
into the well.
I wanted to share with you something that my drawing teacher Pehr told us in class. He told us a story of when he was in college and all of his friends made something up that they enjoyed joking about. It was called "Mike Zooch and Dr. Devious". One person would be Dr. Devious and would speak in a whiny villainy voice. Apparently Dr. Devious was traveling across the dimensions to find Mike Zooch. Here's how the game might be played:
Dr. Devious: "Where's Zooch?!"
Other person: "Um, Zooch isn't here, Dr. Devious."
Dr. Devious: "LIES!"
Dr. Devious would always say "LIES!" to everything, even if there was no reason to pluralize.
Brennan and I started a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure.
~~~
Weird anime character designs
Ranulphus De Praers Lord of Vil of Stokes 1038
William de Stoke or Fitz Ranulf 1088
Sir Richard De Stokes Knight 1117
Roger De Stokes Baron of Walton 1140
Robert De Stokes Lord of Clavering 1161
John De Stokes Baron of Walton 1181
Robert De Stokes Custodian of Newcastle Mnt 1203
Richard De Stokes Burgess of Colchester 1231
Edmund De Stokes 1268
Robert De Stokes 1303
John De Stokes 1329
Thomas Stokes 1357
Robert Stokes, esq. 1382
Thomas Stokes, esq. 1410
Thomas Stokes 1438
George Stokes 1466
Thomas Stokes 1498
John Stokes 1535
Henry Stokes 1566
Henry Stokes ?
Thomas Stokes Sr. Burgess of Colchester 1640
Joseph Stokes Sr. 1682
Samuel Stokes Honorable 1711
John Hinchman Stokes 1764
John Hinchman Stokes 1782
Henry Newlin Stokes 1859
John Hinchman Stokes 1885
James William Stokes 1939
Henry Alexander Stokes 1977
"Man was born to love-
Though often he has sought
Like Icarus, to fly too high
And far too lonely then he ought
To kill the sum of east and west
And hold the world as his behest
To hold the terrible power
To whom only gods are blessed-
But me, I am just a man"
Bread is very exciting. Don't believe it? Well, I'll SHOW YOU!... The Story of Bread (with Miss Sunbeam)
Announcing... JUXTAPOSER
A painting by jonathan winters. It creeps us all.
Werner Herzog is making a documentary about the Loch Ness Monster
Crows can use tools
I am among Emmitsburg's remarkable young old men
Starting over from scratch!
Let's start things off right with a little bit of the good stuff:
Sigh... I feel better.
William Henry Ireland -- The man who forged Shakespeare to please his dad
The Neo-Futurists!
I mean, like, it's so obvious, okay? Like, dinosaurs were so totally, like, dragons. I mean, for sure, really.
Everything is becoming a plush toy. How about a Trolloc from the Wheel of Time fantasy novels?
Or how about the penguin on a television set from Monty Python?
For all your Pirate Needs!
Chris Ware did the facade. What a guy!
I've archived the others of these here
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