Rerun: Ecco Strophionum

Dedicated to my sweetie rat Frobisher
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This image was pulled from Ebay one year ago and shows us a man in the act of exhibiting one of my bras for public inspection.

Actually no. But I think he may have just removed it. And his pants too for some odd reason. Perhaps the weather is a tad sultry where he is. (We will cling to this assumption like barnacles to a rock anyway.)

Now he could have upped the ante by describing all the little floaty spots you can see drifting around as 'orbs' and by claiming that this bra is haunted by spirits, phantoms, ghosts, boogies, spectres, Marie Antoinette, Don Knotts and Christmas Past. But no. I quote from the sellers' description: "Sorry about the spotty picture".

Whatever else he may have (we refuse to speculate) this hairy, naked guy selling a bra has INTEGRITY.

"See! Our superior spookiness has attracted a powerful phantom ally! You cannot defeat our spooky fu!!!"

This photo was posted on a ghost site. We are helpfully provided with two red arrows which point to the terrifying circular anomaly hovering above Bad Devine and Premenstrual Woman (apparently Scary Bathrobe doesn't rate supernatural hoverage.)

Now, what I find most disturbing about this picture is that there appears to be a great weight pressing down on their house which is bending the wall over on the right there like a banana. I think that they missed the REAL picture. I think while they were busy immortalizing their Dungeons and Dragons personna a BIG HONKIN UFO LANDED ON THE ROOF. And what would have totally kicked ass bigtime is, if what happened next is that they all started melting and smoking and getting big gross blisters from radioactivity and then the alien spacecrafts landing gantry thingies came spearing down through the popcorn ceiling there and skewered our trio like three badly costumed Ball Park Franks.
Now THAT would have been a cool picture.

I used to play around with hobby photography and darkroom stuff. This type of thing just makes me rabid. Ladies and gentlemen, its not a ghost. It's crud on the lens.

Now maybe Naked Guy spilled the urn containing Aunt Rita and didn't get all of her out of the carpet. Or maybe he lives atop an Ancient Indian Burial Ground. Lord knows, America teems with these; we have to fly our deceased around in airplanes because the ground is so full of dead Indians. In any event, even if what we are seeing here is particulate human, it is still DUST. And God bless him, Bra Dude may be naked, he may have bad paneling, and he may even be kinda icky when everything is said and done, but the man knows the difference between shit that doesn't exist and a dirty lens.


with a tip o' the hat to frobisher, who wondered why there were not any pictures on my blog. well, why not indeed?