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Reader @Stringerplz shared these great pictures of her carved dodo pumpkin!
— Paul Bunyip (@Stringerplz) October 27, 2014
In her tweet above, Stringerplz mentions “Halloween Keith.” Some of you older readers will no doubt remember Halloween Keith from your childhood.
I'll never understand how it came to pass that everyone's happy to play along with "Santa Claus" but Halloween Keith never really caught on.
— MALKenstein ! (@malki) October 26, 2014
Halloween Keith was the best! Dressed as a mummy, eyes two dripping eggs, bag of candy on his face like an oatbag, footprints always wet.
— MALKenstein ! (@malki) October 26, 2014
I remember going to the cornbake and offering Halloween Keith a ceremonial cob. Of course now I realize it was just a man in a costume.
— MALKenstein ! (@malki) October 26, 2014
The only thing we still have of the Halloween Keith mythos in culture today is the game Truth or Dare
— MALKenstein ! (@malki) October 26, 2014
I have written some more about Halloween Keith.
Some say Halloween Keith was a corn farmer who died in a drought year, through laziness or ill-management of his crop; others say he was born from the cornfields themselves, a new form of smut who took legs in an attempt to become a man. Inside his wrappings are either bony limbs hung with rotted flesh, or bulbous, fungal lumps of corn. Perhaps both, working in concert…
Once a year, on the eve of All Saints’ Day, children from the local parish used to go door-to-door collecting food donations to help the less fortunate. Because charity is most virtuous when done anonymously, the children would wear masks, or dress up in costume — sometimes as adults, but other times as monsters and evil things, as a reminder that even the demons may repent and do good works.
This presented the perfect opportunity for Halloween Keith to also disguise himself and collect food from unsuspecting families, enough to feed him for another year…
Shaenon: Yeah, I’m drawing baby comics now. Deal with it.
Channing: I love how adorably surly Robin looks.
Shaenon: Since I drew this Robin has graduated from casts to braces, so I have to make up a whole new set of lies.
And hey, Jeff’s birthday was this past week! Kay Gilbert threw a webcomics mascot party in his honor. Check it out:
Writes Kay: Artie and Helen felt that Jeff deserved some serious props for helming Skin Horse in Shaenon’s absence, and thought they’d throw a combo birthday and congratulations party in his honor. To that end, they consulted party planner extraordinaire Pinkie Pie, who put together this blow-out.
Here’s a picture of the crowd, captured in the process of singing “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow” (which nobody can deny): Wanda the Wasp Eater (Girl Genius), Pintsize (Questionable Content), Pinkie Pie herself, Liz the Lizard of Guilt (Oglaf), Helen, Winslow (QC) and Artie. Oh, and of course, Artie’s BFF Albert Einstein, who seems to show up whenever there’s an open bar.
The one downside: Pinkie Pie accepted Helen’s offer to provide the punch. I leave to your imagination what the group looked like an hour later! (Hint: Picture lemurs with wings and fangs.)
Thank you so much! I’m just sorry we don’t have any Skin Horse plushes to round out the party.
Okay, these write-ups are taking up WAY more time than I'd intended them to, so this one's short! Which is a shame, 'cause these are two favorite topics of mine: feminism and booze.
In 1920, the Nineteenth Amendment to the US Constitution was passed, which means UTERUS-HAVERS COULD FINALLY VOTE, good fucking LORD why did this happen less than a hundred years ago.
BUT! a few months before that, prohibition was put into effect so that none of those power-lusting pink glittery baby-making sandwich-birthing girly girls could raise a glass in celebration of their newfound Permission to Have A Fucking Opinion. Coincidence? Of course not! What assholes.
Luckily the next year women everywhere voted in the election and wrote in "INFINITE WINE O'CLOCK" for their president and it won, so now it is acceptable to drink wine all the time, thank you voting ladies of the 1920s.
George Washington: “So much is expected, so many untoward circumstances may intervene, that I feel an insuperable diffidence in my own abilities.”
John Adams: “If I were to go over my life again, I would be a shoemaker rather than an American statesman.”
Thomas Jefferson called the presidency “a splended misery.” He said, “To myself, personally, it brings nothing but unceasing drudgery and daily loss of friends.”
John Quincy Adams called his term “the four most miserable years of my life.”
Andrew Jackson: “I can say with truth that mine is a situation of dignified slavery.”
Buchanan to Lincoln: “If you are as happy, my dear sir, on entering this house as I am at leaving it and returning home, you are the happiest man in the entire nation.”
Lincoln: “I am like the man who was tarred and feathered and ridden out of town on a rail. When they asked him how he felt about it, he said that if it were not for the honor of the thing, he would rather have walked.”
Ulysses Grant: “I have been the subject of abuse and slander scarcely ever equaled in political history.”
Rutherford B. Hayes, on leaving office: “The escape from bondage into freedom is grateful indeed to my feelings. Even with my constitutional cheerfulness, the burden of office has not been light. Now I am glad to be a freedman.”
James Garfield: “My God! What is there in this place that a man should ever want to get in it?”
Grover Cleveland: “I believe I shall buy or rent a house near here, where I can go and be away from this cursed constant grind.”
Teddy Roosevelt, to the incoming Taft: “Ha ha! You are making up your Cabinet. I in a lighthearted way have spent the morning testing the rifles for my African trip. Life has compensations.”
Taft: “I’ll be damned if I am not getting tired of this. It seems to be the profession of a president simply to hear other people talk.”
Taft to Wilson: “I’m glad to be going — this is the lonesomest place in the world.”
Woodrow Wilson: “I never dreamed such loneliness and desolation of heart possible.”
Warren G. Harding: “This White House is a prison. I can’t get away from the men who dog my footsteps. I am in jail.”
Herbert Hoover: “A few hair shirts are part of the wardrobe of every man. The President differs from other men in that he has a much more extensive wardrobe.”
Harry Truman: “Being president of the United States is like riding a tiger. A man has to keep riding, or be swallowed.”
Bill Clinton: “Being a president is a lot like running a cemetery: There are a lot of people under you, but nobody’s listening.”
“Man is an exception, whatever he is. If it is not true that a divine being fell, then we can only say that one of the animals went entirely off its head.” — G.K. Chesterton
Hey babes, I was on my friends’ Rachel and Leigh’s podcast: Pop Porn! We walk about the Take off! ending, Godslave, Gotham and American Horror Story!
ALSO YEAH! French and British readers! Tell me where to go!!
So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to kill have families and feel pain, just like Americans?
Sometimes staying in an abusive relationship means enduring more than beatings. Alex Campbell reports on the horrifying case of Arlena Lindley, a domestic violence victim who was sentenced to 45 years in prison after her child, Titches, was killed by her abusive boyfriend, Alonzo Turner, for failing to prevent the child’s death:
Lindley’s case exposes what many battered women’s advocates say is a grotesque injustice. As is common in families terrorized by a violent man, there were two victims in the Lindley-Turner home: mother and child. Both Lindley and Titches had suffered beatings for months. But in all but a handful of states, laws allow for one of the victims — the battered mother — to be treated as a perpetrator, guilty not of committing abuse herself but of failing to protect her children from her violent partner. Said Stephanie Avalon, resource specialist for the federally funded Battered Women’s Justice Project, “It’s the ultimate blaming of the victim.”
Lindley’s not the only woman to suffer this injustice, either:
No one knows how many women have suffered a fate like Lindley’s, but looking back over the past decade, BuzzFeed News identified 28 mothers in 11 states sentenced to at least 10 years in prison for failing to prevent their partners from harming their children. In every one of these cases, there was evidence the mother herself had been battered by the man.
Almost half, 13 mothers, were given 20 years or more. In one case, the mother was given a life sentence for failing to protect her son, just like the man who murdered the infant boy. In another, the sentences were effectively the same: The killer got life, and the mother got 75 years, of which she must serve at least 63 years and nine months. In yet another, the mother got a longer sentence than the man who raped her son. In one more, a father fractured an infant girl’s toe, femur, and seven ribs and was sentenced to two years; for failing to intervene, the mother got 30.
Amanda Hess comments:
Campbell’s story demonstrates how the criminal justice system is scapegoating domestic violence victims in order to cover for its failures to properly investigate and prosecute instances of child and intimate partner abuse. Shortly before he began dating Lindley, Turner was charged on two separate occasions, first with burglary and later “unlawful restraint,” after he broke into an ex-girlfriend’s home, pushed her, and stole her belongings, then returned three weeks later, grabbed her by the neck, covered her mouth, and forced her outside. The woman escaped after a neighbor stabbed Turner in the leg; months later, Turner was out on probation from the burglary charge and was still awaiting trial on the restraint charge when he murdered the boy. On the day of Titches’ murder, another neighbor called police after she witnessed Turner kicking Titches on the floor, but when police arrived and couldn’t locate Turner or the toddler, they failed to pursue the report. It is outrageous that the justice system in this case only took a hard line against domestic violence after a child was killed.
Go home all other masks, this mask is the best mask.
The graph below represents the share of the income growth that went to the richest 10% of Americans in ten different economic recoveries. The chart comes from economist Pavlina Tcherneva.
It’s quite clear from the far right blue and red columns that the top 10% have captured 100% of the income gains in the most recent economic “recovery,” while the bottom 90% have seen a decline in incomes even post-recession.
It’s also quite clear that the economic benefits of recoveries haven’t always gone to the rich, but that they have done so increasingly so over time. None of this is inevitable; change our economic policies, change the numbers.
Via Andrew Sullivan.Lisa Wade is a professor of sociology at Occidental College and the co-author of Gender: Ideas, Interactions, Institutions. You can follow her on Twitter and Facebook.
Lindsey Loree proposed to her boyfriend by challenging him to a game of Magic: The Gathering into which she inserted a homemade "Proposal" card (she had to sneak a card into her lap to make it work); once he said yes, she gave him a ringpop to seal the deal! Read the rest
It's International Coffee Day, a high-caf holiday made far more entertaining by its celebration in low-Earth orbit by our astronauts on the International Space Station. Warning: this contains the most adorable real-life astronaut-buddy-movie clip yet.
Washington University philosopher Roy Sorensen dedicated his 2003 book A Brief History of the Paradox “to those who never have a book dedicated to them.”
I adore this elephant's enjoyment.
Burger King has launched a black burger in Japan made from black peppered-beef, buns and cheese darkened with bamboo charcoal, and a topping of garlic sauce blackened with squid ink. Read the rest
The Ayam Cemani Chicken is notable for a couple of things. First of all, partially due to its rarity, especially outside of its native Indonesia, one Ayam Cemani will run you about $2,500. Second, it is clearly the chicken of Our Dark Lord and Savior Satan! The birds exhibit the genetic condition “fibromelanosis,” which renders them totally black—we’re talking feathers, skin, organs, bones, the works. Only their blood is red, albeit a very dark shade.