Showing posts with label creeping surrealism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creeping surrealism. Show all posts

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Picture of the Week


The witchcraft, the lack of willingness to have sex, the uncanny ability to still function without so much as a brain cell in her head -- suddenly it all makes sense.

And no, that's not photoshopped; that really is Christine O'Donnell and Ozzy, side by side, circa 2002.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Shallow Grave


In "honor" of the opening of Sex and the City this weekend, the best of DXM's references to the show and its equine star, Sarah Jessica Parker -- dating all the way back to the beginning of this little experiment of mine.

DXM: Anatomically Incorrect/6.2.06

DXM: Return of the Attack of the Creeping Surrealism/9.20.06

DXM: They're Just Not That Into You/3.21.08

DXM: And Now, the Last Word on the Whole Sarah Jessica Parker Thing, from Chez's Evil Twin, Garth/3.25.08

(And then there's this: Just a few minutes ago, I found a couple of ticket stubs for Sex and the City on the floor of the elevator in my apartment building. Almost makes me sorry I didn't live here when I was single, since there are obviously at least two dumb, impressionable women with low standards somewhere in this place. Yes this is an incredibly crass thing to say -- feel free to direct your complaints here.)