Mass Hysteria [Dark Roasted Blend]

BLU’s Muto: animation on a public wall. Beautiful surely, but I couldn’t help but think about all the artwork he covered up to make it (I know, it’s a public wall, it comes with the territory.) Thanks to Ry-Tron and everyone else who sent this in!

The Octo-Dog Frankfurter Converter. It turns your hot-dogs into octopuses. The Ectomo hive-mind cries out in ecstasy for such a device.

From the artist who brought you Elder Clean Soap comes Shoggoth Jasmine Tea. Thanks, Jezcabelle!

Don’t you fucking dare post knitting patterns for Dr. Who characters. So sayeth the BBC, though most likely it was worded in a far more politely threatening manner filled with words contain superfluous “u”s. Thanks, August Moon!

Alas, poor Yorick. Thanks, Tim McElwee!

Inky hard at work. Or is he? Alt+Tab Command+Tab, Inky, COMMAND+TAB! Thanks, Scott!

A huge photo collection of miniature junk-bots. Thanks, Bela!

Gentlemen, I am outraged.

Your gross negligence in assuming I am ashamed of any of my musical predilections is noted, and will be revenged. There is absolutely no reason to assume, self-righteous pricks that you are, that the carmine creeping up my collar is anything other than stoic pride, a touch of the ol’ toxoplasma gondii, and perhaps a brief spike in my everyday, baseline feelings of discomfort.

Listen you, I was enjoying the Ruski pop nymphets way back, before any hoity-toity English remixes got loose, much less actual American album releases. This shit was edgy and inaccessible. Hell, it still is! I would get home from my live-action Vampire the Masquerade roleplaying session at the local college campus (back when I was a ginger-curled nymphet myself), maybe boot up a game of Fallout 2, invite my BFF Steve over, and we’d watch these videos, on repeat, in silent awe. Why, I thought to myself, did I not have a dark pixie of a partner, an eternal semi-succubus, someone to cling to during the long nights of crippling self-doubt, someone to share my pants and lipgloss, someone to hold my hair while I purged, someone with whom to ghost ride the whip? I mean, someone besides Steve?

Now, emerald-haired, naked in a wooden trunk, chugging Red Bull and typing on a keyboard for which I cannot see the screen, I ask myself: if I had found her, this dark unicorn, would things have turned out better?

But then I think: how could they?

If you happen to be the type of person who wishes to feel the bristly caress of a moustachioed kiss without the other, bothersome man parts that usually accompany it, then Canada — Toronto, Ontario specifically it seems — may be paradise for you. The frigid climes provide a perfect breeding ground, producing a cornucopia of Molson™-fortified, Canadian nymphs displaying an array of tasteful and feminine moustaches. Truly, one of Nature’s great wonders.

Trans-Canada Coffee Adventure, Part 3: Ontario and Quebec [CoffeeGeek] : Thanks, Chaz!

Instructables has a step-by-step to crochet your very own Cthulhu! A few people tipped us on this one, but Bibi was first.

Bela sends us some fantastic artwork from the talented Sayaka; comprised of an Ectomo favorite, namely: lithe, Japanese nymphets. Also, tentacles.

Asa Gilmore calls out attention to a list of abandoned wonders in Russia, saying “Scroll to the end of the article. If that strange contraption doesn’t scream ‘Steampunk’ to you, I shall eat my hat and say ‘balderdash.’”

Benton Barnett submitted this badass gas mask t-shirt which will now have to be added to my wardrobe. They can be purchase here.

Dr. Hypercube warns us, via ectotweet, to beware the cephalopod loo.

Ninjas and moustaches are BFFs! Thanks, Felix.

Illustration: Uncle Dapper by missmonster : Thanks, Jason!

Strange coincidences and eerie alignments this Tuesday morning. Steve Scott is a London based animation director and illustrator who also, apparently, has some sort of telepathic ability that has allowed him to lick the collective brain of Ectomo. This piece, entitled The Society of Victorian Mutants is as close as I believe I’ve seen to summing up the fetishes of Ectoplasmosis’s hive-mind in their entirety.

We don’t think it goes to far to say that Ectomo and Steve -if we may be so bold- should, and shall, be Best Friends Forever and we can hang out and do each other’s make-up and talk about tentacles and Cthulhu. We are sure of this, surer than anything in our entire, short lives. Make haste and hit up his site for an impressive collection of moustaches, Victorian fashion, robots, and pin-ups. Also, could you to pass him this note: “Do you like Ectomo? Circle one: Yes No”

Steve Scott [Artist’s Site] : Thanks, Bira!

Photographer Kimiko Yushida has managed here to combine three things I never suspected I would appreciate, emo hair, pale pink, and the concept of marriage. Each of her self portraits represents a different “bride”, all of whom exude a sinister aura; due in part to the image of a demure femme fatale she conjures.

Behind each mask of quiet femininity seems to lurk the heart of a nymphet having grown into her power, rather than past it. It is for these women alone, these Lolitas fully realized even beyond their time, that my heart can truly swoon.

Kimiko [Pink Tentacle]