Eliza put out a call for suggestions and the Ectomite Hive Mind responded with a bevy of bizarre links and nostalgic requests leaving us with a hodge-podge of old childhood favorites and surreal art-house films. Thanks to everyone who took the time to post and if you don’t see your contribution here, rest assured it will make an appearance in the very near future. Now, go Ectomomites! TO THE JUMP!
Well, you tell me. How could this line have gone under our radars, mine and Q’s? A googling reveals nothing but a Tribe page and links to these Flickr photos.
Dear airborne apes, tomorrow is Ross’ turn on the old cartoon crank, meaning we need some audience participation: recommendations for cartoons you love and/or lust after, with links if possible (but vague descriptions or titles are okay too). Post here and prevent repeats!
A clip from the 1930 film The Dogway Melody which was a twenty minute spoof of The Broadway Melody in which all the parts were played by dogs. In this scene an ebony, four-legged gentleman bestows a few glittering rocks on young Queenie. However, when she refuses to put out he’s left with only one choice: groping of the non-consensual variety. Lucky for Queenie though, there is a telepathic drunk in the next room ready to dash to her rescue.
John Darnielle had teamed up with Aesop Rock before on the track “Coffee” with fantastic results. This time Rock is remixing a Mountain Goats tune off their new album Heretic Pride with accompanying video by Sketch Theatre artist Nate Frizzell. One can only hope that very soon these two decide to do an entire album together.
Oh sure, you can take Xenu into your heart, but can you put him on your toy shelf? Sadly, still no, as this is the only custom Xenu toy that Jin Saotome has done. However, our sources deep within the convoluted Scientology network tell us that once you reach Level 17 you’re awarded a Xenu figurine of your very own.
In 1945 the Nazis fled to the moon. In 2018 they are coming back.
Two sentences was all it took to get me more interested in a film than I’ve been in years. Hopefully this — in concert with Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow — is the beginning of a new golden age in the pulp scifi of yesteryear being brought to the theater.
A wonderfully surreal press conference by the one and only Tom Waits for his upcoming “Glitter and Doom” tour, in which he pontificates on the act of planning, astrology, and the strange acronym PEHDSTCKJMBA.
When I was young, my brother and I had a cheap, very basic slot car set — either Hot Wheels or Matchbox branded I think, although I can’t remember which — that we used incessantly. The visceral experience of making miniature cars hurtle at top speed around a plastic track without careening off into oblivion was almost overshadowed, however, by the act of populating the area surrounding the track with any manner of detritus — cardboard boxes, coffee cans, LEGO structures, Godzilla toys; meant to represent building, bridges, Godzilla, etc. — that characterized the vast metropolis that was the stage for our death-defying motorsport.
This came back to me while watching this video of a far more elaborate set-up being filmed mostly at track level with a camera mounted on one of the cars. The only thing that could make this better is if they had someone making the noise of the car’s engines with their voice instead of real car recordings. I wonder what that cardboard and plastic city would look like to me now.
My new dayjob (though it is rather a fly-by-night occupation) has me increasingly intrigued by the sparkling little lives of the fetishentsia. I’ve noticed Ectomo’s frontpage is intensely wordy these days (exquisite words though they may be), so let us take a moment or two to enjoy the simple lushness of a painted lady.
The Bureau of Labor Statistics reports that in 2007 64% of high school graduates enrolled in college. For a multitude of reasons I have never been one of their ilk. Yet I’m told that college is a place to broaden one’s horizons; to learn new things and experience things you might not otherwise have experienced in your isolated pre-post-secondary schooling world, a place to question ideals long held as true and expand upon one’s own repertoire of knowledge. A kindergarten for the real world if you will, but with liquor and venereal diseases.
Apparently the hordes of apple-cheeked co-eds fueling this idea are all acting as agents of subversion and deceit; sowing falsehoods throughout society in an attempt to create a society of unquestioning automatons adequately prepared for the endless toil of an office. But only after being bilked out of thousands of dollars.
Thankfully, there are people like Miss Priya Venkatesan working from within the system to undo this previously obfuscated treachery.
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.
