My new BBFFs — Christian and Mark — are going to see Call of Cthulhu next Wednesday in Berlin. It’s going to be playing here — presumably with English intertitles bottomed by German subtitles, if we’re reading it correctly — at the Bar 25 at the Holzmarktstr. 25. Showtime is at 9:30, but we’re thinking of showing up at 9 for a few introductory drinks and to kick enough old women in the face to get good streets seats (streets? huh?).
It is very possible I have already exhausted Ectomo’s Berlin readership, but if anyone else wants to come, let us know, we’re going to try to preorder tickets.
Which means lip curtains of all shapes, sizes and types should be submitted! Anything moustache related! Please note, though, that it is not a moustache if it is attached to a goatee or beard, unless the moustache is, oh, I dunno, 1.77 inches longer than adjoining facial hair.
Today’s the last day before my move, so I’m calling it quits for the rest of today. We should be back to full speed next Monday.
One thing that’s easy for relatively normal, relatively well-adjusted people to forget is that there is a large percentage of the population out there with absolutely no social skills whatsoever.
I remember the first time I learned this, when I was hired as a pudgy 14 year old nerd to work at the local comic book store. The moment I stepped through those doors, I became a veritable God of social grace, the James Bond of comic bookstore coolness. I remember in particular one customer who would constantly try to joke with me, following me around the store while incessantly jabbering nonsense. Every once and a while, he’d become transfixed to the spot, a vibrating column of pork-flavored gelatin, and in the midst of his seizure scream out an utterly nonsense remark at the top of his lungs. “MY SHOES ARE NOT YOURS!” is the one I remember distinctly. Then he’d giggle maniacally, searching my face intently for signs of approval. I loathed him.
It’s no surprise that many of these social outcasts magnetically gravitate towards each other in freakish social scenes, such as furrydom. This is an excellent example of the sort of misanthrope I mean. This is a clip of furry Austin Wolf getting an autograph from Rob Paulsen, a voice artist most commonly known for his portrayal of Yakko Warner in Animaniacs. Just look at the way every single thing that comes out of this guy’s mouth is socially alienating: Robert Paulsen, a professional and a normal-seeming guy, is utterly and completely repelled within less than a minute.
Also, make sure to watch to the end for the money shot: a creepy, close-up shot of the lycanthropic Austin Wolf himself. This is the face of the archetypical misanthrope, ladies and gentlemen, and it is a doughy face of madness and horror. Is that the sort of guy anyone would ever want as their number one fan?
A creepy furry with a bed full of child’s stuffed animals skeevily warns us: “I want to have sex with dogs whether you like it or not. I want to have sex with Patch the Dalmation, Oddball the Dalmatian, Nadia Husky Girl, the characters from Oliver and Company, Jenna the Huskie, the 101 Dalmatians. And there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing whatsoever.”
He’s right, everyone. The furry has won: we are absolutely powerless to stop him from sexually desiring a constabulary of imaginary cartoon characters. I can imagine him right now, mashing a Snickers bar between his nubby teeth in exultant. “TAKE THAT, WORLD!”
What’s noteworthy about this Popeye vs. Anime short is that to anyone who has ever watched the utterly surreal Fleischer cartoons (and make no mistake: those are the only ones worth watching), this doesn’t even begin to count among his weirdest adventures.
Yes, that’s right, not only is this a movie about Japense school girl crime fighting with Yo-Yos, it’s actually the SECOND movie about Japanese school girl crime fighting with Yo-Yos.
Who wants to bet she kills off the main villain with the snappy catchphrase: “Yo Mama!”
In sheer defiance of the World Wide Web Consortium's will, Ectomo was designed using a non-web-standard font. Luckily, it is included in the excellent font pack released by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society, which can be freely downloaded in Mac and PC formats here. Ectomo should still look fine without it, though.
One thing that’s easy for relatively normal, relatively well-adjusted people to forget is that there is a large percentage of the population out there with absolutely no social skills whatsoever. 
A creepy furry with a bed full of child’s stuffed animals skeevily warns us: “I want to have sex with dogs whether you like it or not. I want to have sex with Patch the Dalmation, Oddball the Dalmatian, Nadia Husky Girl, the characters from Oliver and Company, Jenna the Huskie, the 101 Dalmatians. And there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing whatsoever.”
