Since I stopped calling this the Sunday Special (too much pressure), it’s been in a bit of a nomenclature freefall. I guess I will just keep naming it whatever pops into my head and see what happens.

We will see if this one sticks. (Primary emphasis is on the second “am”, for future reference. )

Today’s been a little rough, because I have had not one but two sessions of Ye Olde Deep Dark Dream Filled Sleep. So my brain space is currently cluttered with dream fragments. Something about living in a mansion with its very own built in freaky Disneyland style ride (another way for my dreams to take me places without me having to do anything or make choices), and another part where I was in a supermarket, shopping (sigh, again) and somehow it became amazingly important that I take advantage of a “double points special”, and so I got my stuff to the checkout…. just barely in time!

But when I was about to pay for my stuff, my cashier (an older lady) spotted a shoplifter, and sounded the alarm, and ran off in pursuit. Soon, every single cashier was off duty (wow, this was one organized mall) and us shoppers were left waiting in line, twiddling our thumbs.

I started worrying about how I could afford everything I had picked up in my “double points” frenzy, including that last minute item, a bottle of “Is it black orange?” soda. (I have to hand it to my brain, when it is making up products, it makes some really imaginative ones).

Then after that, there was some bit about how me and this black guy in the next checkout lane were hatching some scheme to take advantage of the cashier’s absence to game the system somehow, and we got into an argument because I thought his method was going to get the nice old lady cashier fired, and… and then rest is darkness. Dunno what happened after that.

Anyhow, enough of my brain frittatas. On with the foobles.

Foobling up first is a couple swingin’ examples of extreme fashion.

Say, what goes clip clop clip clop clip clop BANG BANG clip clop clip clop clip clop?

An Amish drive-by shooting.

Oh, and these crazy things.

If centaurs bought bling....

Those are actual for-sale shoes, the kind that someone could actually put on their feet and walk around and stuff. They are the work of designer Iris Schieferstein, and she has quite a following, and so, as you can imagine, those things are not just freaky, but expensive.

Oh, and here’s the kicker : they are made from real dead animal parts! I had no idea there was that many rich, tacky, cowboy fetish furries in the world.

Personally, I blame Lady Gaga. She has to be involved in this somehow, if only spiritually.

Now for the opposite end of things (in other words, extremely style but in a good way), check out these amazing gourd lamps and the mesmerizing light patterns they make.

Here’s a picture. As always, click for full size.

And they look cool, too!

The moment I saw these, I wanted one. Those patterns are so beautiful, all “life fractal” looking, like the patterns on exotic shells, and to see them painted in light like that… simply gorgeous.

I want one. Actually, I want two, one to use as a lamp, and another to hang like a disco ball and spin so I can see what that looks like.

Then I would try different colored light bulbs, and pulse effects, and lasers, and…. and eventually I would have to open a retro disco just to pay for the electric bill.

Luckily, there should be a real market for freaky light shows opening up, if this bill to end the American federal government’s marijuana ban goes through.

And who knows? The Tea Party types should be all for it. Down with big government, right? Pot makes old people’s pain go away. Who needs the ebil Fedral Gubmint telling people what to do with their money?

And it’s a bipartisan bill, sponsored by Barney Frank and the Chief Libertarian himself, Doctor Ron Paul. Quite cleverly, I think, they are phrasing it as a state’s right issue : shouldn’t each state be allowed to decide for itself how to deal with marijuana?

Even if the bill fails, the debate should be interesting. I am really curious as to how anyone could argue for the illegality of marijuana in this day and age. I mean seriously, what are you protecting people from?

Macrame and the munchies?