Here’s some nightmare fuel…
Rare and terrifying frilled shark catch in Victorian waters the first for fishermen in local living memory
The photos are some dandy nightmare fuel.
Here’s some nightmare fuel…
For some reason, my neighbor dumped a couple truckloads of onions in his field for his sheep critter to nom upon. I first noticed this one day a week or two back when, going into my garage, I was hit with the overwhelming smell of onions. As my garage is not normally the sort of place that encompasses a great many culinary smells, my first thought was “oh, no, what horrible chemical disaster has occurred to my home and/or car that has resulted in the co-incidental odor?” And then the garage door opened and, behold, a field of onions.
And for those interested… living for a decade next to a field full of sheep, an overwhelming scent of onions is *far* from the worst stank to come from that direction.
If you want to confuse the bejeebers out of a canine, it would seem that sleight of hand is an effective means:
Now let’s see him do this with cats…
Don’t even try to figure out how it makes sense, everything about him is perfect. Just appreciate his cute little feet and his ginormous adorable head.
“Perfect.” “Cute.” “Adorable.” What is the critter that merits these descriptors?
Now, this may be a perfectly cromulent little entity… but it is nevertheless the result of Breeding Gone Wrong.
Nature is just, just horrible:
The photos are some dandy nightmare fuel.
Because the posters for “Reign of Fire” promised extreme awesomeness and delivered none of it, the Smithsonian Channel proudly produces… this (and I have no idea why):
Take a perfectly good old movie and remake it with hideously expensive special effects and overpaid celebrities, all in the quest for half a billion at the box office. Will this desecration of the classics ever cease?
You’ve got to admit, though, the effort lavished on making exquisite period vehicles produced some spectacular results.