Speaking of questionable fashion choices, just in time for the impending nuclear and/or sun scorched apocalypse (or Burning Man, whatever) Ectomo brings you the Medusa. When this thing appeared on my screen I audibly gasped, it’s like someone reached into my brain and groped around until they found the specific squishy fold housing all my cranial accessory fantasies. With a hat and goggle set like this I would be unstoppable, or hilarious, or oft ridiculed and savagely beaten. Unfortunately I’ll never find out; with a price tag of $750 for the complete set my dreams of achieving total fashion alienation may be forever out of reach.

Medusa [Thanks, Melissa!]

• Christopher Robbin crept out from the shelter of the hundred acre wood to remind us of this cinematic abortion

• Ed Eck sends presidential missives involving moustaches and massive bathtubs

• Ninja-bot proceeds to kick out the jams with a bevy colored Octobees. Send us your submissions for glittering prizes!

• Will we never be free of the disturbingly sensual Orangina Octopus? Le Roi’s sucker mark laden tip indicates not.

• Dominic reminds us of the dangers of drug use with comics

• Concerned with the results in Iowa, Tim correctly points out that there is only one real choice for president

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Mutter Museum [Thanks, Steve!]

A depiction of Anne Eliza Leak among a silver tea service. Anne was an armless circus oddity who, in spite of her hideously alluring deformity, was raised as all fine young women were in the late 1800’s. Anne was able to do fine needlework, crochet, knit, play the piano, and groom her own hair with her feet.

The inscription on the card reads, “I write poetry & prose holding my pen between my toes. Anne E. Leak Born without arms Age 29 yr.”. A biography (seemingly in it’s entirety) for Anne Eliza Leak can be found here.

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Available from Strapya World, it’s the Bondage Kewpie Cell Phone Strap. Kewpie is the mascot of one of Japan’s most popular condiments, Kewpie Mayonnaise, and is very popular with the kiddies. Now, adults who loved Kewpie as children can have the neonatal icon of indeterminate sex, nude and trussed up, ready for its big scene in the Studio Ghibli adaptation of Story of O. You even have your choice of five different colors of rope! The blurb on Strapya’s site reads: “Wow, Kewpie is tied up with a cell phone strap string! It’s strange that Kewpie still smiles… He/She likes to be bondaged??” Oh, you know he/she does.

Bondage Kewpie Cell Phone Strap [Strapya] : Inventor Spot : Spluch

It is, after all, only seven weeks away according to the sign I recently saw in a store. It seems to me that Cthulumas begins earlier every year. I mean, the Squid Festival is not even upon us yet and already the newspaper is filled with holiday circulars advertising Cthulhumas sales. It’s depressing to think of how commercialized the holiday has become. People have forgotten its true meaning: madness, death, and the swallowing of souls.

It is, then, with a sense of urgency, nay, impending doom that I submit to you this selection of Cthulumas carols from the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. Featuring the Dagon Tabernacle Choir, the Dunwich Children’s Choir, and the Arkham Carolers performing such classics as “Do You Fear What I Fear”, “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Fishmen”, “Oh, Cthulhu”, and Many More!

Along with their respective song books and sheet music, you too can celebrate the spirit of the season, at home with your family or at your cult’s place of worship.

A Very Scary Solstice and An Even Scarier Solstice [H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society]

If you have a problem with a pretty pesky poltergeist or other paranormal partycrasher, fear not! You can get a paranormal restraining order filed against whatever particular monster might be buggin’ you.

Keep them away!

Since the dawn of time, mankind has sought the means of keeping away supernatural and paranormal entities. Now, for only $5 each, receive a printed document that bars them from approaching or contacting you.

For $5, you can file a restraining order against zombies (always a problem in the Pittsburgh area), Satan, Aliens, God, or even—gasp!—that most monstrous of all monsters: David Letterman.

Unfortunately, they do not offer restraint orders for Cthulhu. You try serving papers to a Great Old One….Write back and tell me how it feels to be devoured down to the quark level.

Paranormal Restraining Orders [Paranormal Restraining Orders] (Thanks, xaoswolf!)

The Great Pumpkin screwed Charlie Brown over every single year, and that bal’-headed little wanker kept kissing his makebelieve Halloween idol’s round orange heiny every October 31st. Charlie Brown, you’s a sucka - because what have we here? A truly great pumpkin! Well, not so much a pumpkin as a tentacular green gourd molesting a large pumpkin fish, but just take one look at this monster, and if you don’t feel like bowing down to its pulchritude with “Iä!” upon your slavering lips, then you might as well just keep your punk ass safely indoors on Halloween…or else you might feel the terror of smooth, woody, gourd-tentacles wrapping around your throat in the wee hours of the night as you squat in the pumpkin patch awaiting the arise of a false god.

And while I’m on a pumpkin kick: You - yes, you - are hereby assigned to watch PBS’s magnificent documentary on the obsessive growers of championship giant pumpkins, Lords of the Gourd: The Pursuit of Excellent.

Oct-ober-pus [Extremepumpkins.com] (Thanks, Ed Eck!)

Sebastian Buescher is a German jewelry artist of astounding ability. I’m simply amazed by the works perusable on his site, my amazement only slightly diminished by the lack of avenues available for me to purchase these fascinating works.

Sebastian Buescher [Artist’s Site]

Vinyl toys were my secret shame until some negative influences in my life convinced me it’s OK to remain childlike through adulthood. Oh how I love them. Vinyl toys are a fantastic extension to the world of lowbrow art, and this Bart Simpson monstrosity is no exception. I am especially fond of the strange marsupial prancing around in his bell jar of a head. I collect these things like a fiend, and as soon as a distant but wealthy relative kicks the bucket and leaves me with millions I will have rooms in my palatial estate devoted simply to custom vinyl toys.

Plush Play via my dashingly handsome associate

Is there truly anything more ridiculous than a “furry”? Perhaps, a person who likes to dress up as an alien caveman?

Now, we here at Ectomo definitely aren’t the most straight-laced, vanilla, fetish-free people on Earth. I’ve got a thing for medical equipment, Eliza’s got a thing for tentacles, and Brownlee…diapers and Pez. So we definitely are not the kind of people to point the finger and laugh. But there’s just something so…unutterably wrong about getting your rocks off by dressing up in fur suits and pretending to be anthropomorphic animals that it’s impossible–impossible, I tell you!–to NOT mock furries.

Klingons are a bit harder to mock, simply because Star Trek is cool and I, personally, am afraid to mock Klingons because Klingons can and will pound your ass into dust. It is their warrior nature, after all!

So what could possibly be stranger than a Furries vs. Klingons bowling tournament?! There has to be an Ectomo reader/slave somewhere in the Atlanta area who can attend this carnival of ca-raziness and report back on the insanity.

Myself, though, I have my money on the Klingons. After all, bowling is not that much different than a batleth tournament, and you just know all those goofy furries are going to be tripping over their stuffed tails.

Furries vs. Klingons courtesy of LJ Community Atlanta Furs.