Showing posts with label scaryshit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scaryshit. Show all posts

Thursday, 8 April 2010

no, no, no.

This is not right. This is very wrong.


I'm going to go vomit now.

Thursday, 11 March 2010

"homeless chic"

Nobody knows the identity of "Brother Sharp", a nickname given to this homeless man from Ningbo, China. But after a resident of Ningbo posted a picture of him online, Brother Sharp has become an icon of "homeless chic" (read full article on The Independent).


You can't deny his good looks. You can't deny he has "style". However...
There is something really fucked up about this.

Monday, 8 March 2010

ten things about the Oscars

1.



Best dressed.

2.
Truth be told, Ben Stiller scared the shit out of me. I might have peed a little.

3.
I love you, Sandra.

4.
"Shut the fuck up or I'm gonna bash your head in with the Oscar."

5.

It's official. Tina Fey and Robert Downey Jr. have to make a movie together.

6.

His Dudeness.

7.

Tribute to the great John Hughes... touched me to the CORE.

8.

Yes, Charlize, we know where your breats are located in your anatomy.

9.

You could always count on JLo to wear the most unflattering garment in any event.

10.

Mariah Carey and her infant husband.

Thursday, 25 February 2010

no words

There are no words to describe how terrifying this image is to me.

(image via Apartment Therapy)

Look at it trying to kill me.

Wednesday, 10 February 2010

back with a vengeance

Not really, I'm just back.

The weekend following Carnaval - which is next week - myself, the Sister and L. are going to be doing this:



L. sent me these pictures so that I had a real idea of what we were in for.

Looking at the images, I don't quite recall why I agreed to do this. But if I fall off the boat, crack my head open on a rock and DIE, it was nice to meet you.

Friday, 29 January 2010

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

scaredy cat

I am a dog person, 99.9%.

When I was 9 years old, there was a cat that lived in our building in London. My father called him Underground. I used to pet him and feed him. He was my friend. One day, he went after me. I might have done something to piss him off.

But the point is, I've been frightened of cats ever since.

So you can understand my horror when the Sister showed me the following:



Look at him plotting the murder of the entire household...

I honestly don't know how the owners of this cat can sleep at night.

Monday, 30 November 2009

costume nightmare

I was reading Drollgirl today and came across Marnie Weber's work.

Her costume series exemplifies why I am frightened to the core of people wearing costumes.





(images via Marnie Weber)


If I walked into a movie theatre like the one above, I'd shit my pants.