New England and upstate New York is thickly forested, and there’s an abundance of wildlife even today with the constant encroachment of so-called civilization. Still, even as humanity spreads further afield, there are strange things that are seen in the forests of the North Country; one of them is known as the wood devil.
Huge swathes of North America have been transformed into something resembling Hoth from The Empire Strikes Back, and things are most likely going to stay that way for the rest of the month. This makes it fitting, of course, to talk about more unexplained winter-related horror.
I have returned, emerging from the haze of first-time fatherhood and all the end-of-year holiday requirements that come with providing my parents and in-laws with an adorable grandchild to lavish attention on. As a peace offering, please accept this little slice of nightmare fuel.
Back in the Olden Days before cable television, I watched a lot of PBS growing up. Granted it was mostly because I couldn’t get CBS to come in without taping the rabbit ears into the right position, but regardless of why I watched, I caught a lot of The Joy of Painting.
Ladies and gentlemen, here is (very NSFW) proof positive that the survival of the human race is doomed: virtual-reality sexbots.
Leave it to the Japanese, those cutting-edge perverts, to finally take those all-important steps into the obsolescence of human contact. No more of that pesky courting and social interaction that often gets in the way of getting your pee-pee touched; now you just slap on an Oculus Rift, boot up your flavor-of-the-week virtual vixen, and enjoy the cold steel embrace of plummeting birth rates. If nothing else, this will solve the overpopulation problem overnight. God bless technology!