The Gorgon in her Lair

I do not soon forget. In fact - never.

 

More creepy shit

I don't know about you - I mean I REALLY don't know about you because you're a unique individual with needs, desires, chromosomes, fingernails and a digestive tract that is all your own - but I find these new gifs plain creepy. They're some new technology that I haven't mastered yet, and aren't you glad? A supposed improvement on the jerky little things I've learned to make. But oh God, look.

There are all sorts of these now and they are being touted as some sort of breakthrough, but the thing is, even if the picture is clearer and more realistic, nothing really happens in them. You see a lot more action in one of my three-second Harold Lloyd clockhanger things.

Oh my God!  How realistic! Look at that cake batter, how flowing and detailed. But howcum the pan never gets filled up? Must be a hole in the bottom, in which case this woman must be standing in batter up to her ankles. She's smiling, so I guess that's her particular fetish. I also like the fact that except for the particular detail of the batter, everything else is motionless. The woman is as still as the dead.

My personal favorite. I used to call gifs "three-second movies", but I think that's being pared down to "one-second". A nod and a wink. Then we're done.

Creepiest gifs you ever saw!

I gif too much. I'm just too much of a giffer in every sense. And now this new conflict comes into my life (as if I needed one): I'm finding out I pronounce the name of my beloved mini-vids wrong, or at least wrong by the reckoning of the geniuses who invented them.

I'm spozed to say "jiff", like the peanut butter. "Giff" like I've been saying it doesn't make it cuz it isn't correct. Even worse is the way I used to pronounce it, spelled-out-like: gee eye eff.

Why NOT gee eye eff? We say "pee en gee", don't we, not "ping" or "pinge"? The arguments about this on the internet are endless and truly heated. I'm going to have to come up with my own bloody name, but until then. . .

Creepiness delights me, always has, and even more as I get older and closer to my own inevitable creepage. When I found troves of Victorian automatons on YouTube, by yar, I was off to the races.

This is Nancy the life-size automaton, and she can knit and tap her foot and stuff, but who cares about all that when you have a face like this? Those shifty eyes are something to behold. Worse than human.

Was this supposed to be pleasant at one time, do you suppose? Or did people enjoy a bit of after-dinner queasiness now and again?

They don't know how to make dolls like this any more. It would be banned immediately.

This is a rabbit violinist, mighty ratty by today's standards. I wish he'd stop looking at me like that.

I call this one Hellhound.

Saving the best 'til last, this one was featured in my Dead Monk in the Middle of the Road post of a while back. I apologize for the teeny size and graininess, but it was all I could find. This astonishing artifact came from 1560 and represents a monk who looks diseased, if not demented. He seems to speak across the centuries.

But what is he saying? If we could hear his utterances from deep in the mists of antiquity, what would they be?

"Bluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluh!"

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Squick-Fest: weird and creepy Halloween gifs

Everybody's talkin' at me. . .

Speechless

    

           "Did you run out of kleenex again, Morgus?"

"No, Master. I'm trying to solve the crossword puzzle with my nose."

(Do you think they know I'm gay?)

"I dropped my flute down the sewer. Again."

A strange medieval dance called the Playing Card Shuffle.

The horror couple of all time:

Elsa Lanchester as Bride of Frankenstein and

Charles Laughton as Quasimodo,

who first uttered these immortal words:

"Hand over the Sour Patch Kids, or I'll egg your windows!"

 

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