

So I believe it is common knowledge by now that Jeff Tremaine was voted as having the “Best Eyes” in his graduating high school class many, many moons ago. However, it would appear that he met his ocular match down in Tasmania, Australia with this Tawny Frogmouth. That’s a pretty fucked up name for a bird, right? Tawny Frogmouth. Almost sounds like a famous porn star from the ’70s who specialized in extremely oral antics verging upon the freakish. Anyway, there is no Photoshop trickery at play here, only the demonic capacity that all animals have when popped by a common camera flash (I did briefly toy with the idea of adding a boogery treat to Jeff’s nasal cavities, but it looks like there might already be something webbed-up in there).
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Does anyone remember the jackassworld 24-hour takeover when we finally made it to within spitting distance of the finish line and could do nothing more than dance, dance, dance? That’s kinda how I feel after fandangling this week-long Halloween marathon. Tomorrow it will be back to business as usual beginning with the arduous but necessary process of taking down the seasonal marquee decor. So get your last Hallow’s Eve licks in before the Tasmanian devils polish off door number two, the bat returns to his belfry, the hearse to the mortuary, and the Wildboyz to their regularly scheduled speaking voice. Until then, I leave you with this Day of the Dead dance party. Yes, Virginia, the dead can dance. Not always well, mind you, but it’s the spirit that counts. And on that note…