Tu si animum ego habere bibendum dum nos loqui?
The Laird of Boleskine
Le Pape Formose Et Etienne VII depicts the Cadaver Synod, the ecclesiastical trial during January 897 of the exhumed corpse of Pope Formosus (who had been dead since the previous April) in Rome's Basilica of St. John Lateran. It was conducted by Pope Stephen VI, successor to Formosus' successor Pope Boniface VI (whose 15 month reign ended when he died either of the gout or poison). Stephen accused the late Formosus of transmigrating sees in violation of canon law, perjury and serving as a bishop while a layman. Not surprisingly found guilty, the body was stripped of papal vestments, the three fingers of its right hand used in life to give blessings cut off, then tied to weights and cast into the Tiber River. Eventually washing ashore, rumor had it performing miracles posthumously. This macabre spectacle turned Romans against Stephen, who was deposed, imprisoned and strangled to death that August. Dominus vobiscum.
Der Süden wird wieder auferstehen!
Schade dass er stattdessen nicht zur Kunstschule ging.
Hotsy-Totsy Hot To Trot
Just how did those 15 minutes of fame work out for you?
When is a door not a door? When it is ajar.
Ein schöner Blumenstrauß für Ihren Bescheidenen Webmeister von einem Marienkäfer
I never do either.
Eine gesunder Träger
Lügner, Lügner, Hosen auf Feuer! Ich bin der echte Yorick, und lass das sein das Letzte Wort. Sind wir klar?
No, I'm not Eddie Munster, and that's just too damned bad for you.
It doesn't need more salt, bitch!
A life ill-lived, revealed in oil.
Quid bonum est Quadraginta Secunda Platea sine Nat Sherman?
A mulligan would've been nice.
A very stable genius and his baby girl
Ich war besser als du.
It's called gravity.
What's wrong with this picture?
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
A bartender works behind the wood, behind the mahogany or behind the stick, the last referring to the tap lever used to draw draft beer. Wherever you work you are behind the stick, whether there actually is one or not.
The Nature Boy Buddy Rogers
Heu, pauper Yorick, ego nesciebam eum, Horatio.
Another portrait by Joe Coleman
Cluaran, suaicheantas na h-Alba bho Blàr Largs air Linne Chluaidh ann an 1263
The ink just be gravy on this Georgia Peach.
Just Enough Room (a.k.a. Hub) Island in the St. Lawrence River between Canada and NY
Nein, Ich aß ihm.
Sophie et Bishōjo #61 superbi sunt ad praesens Adria et Helena.
Ich brauchte nur einen.
Totally gobsmacked by it all
Ego cibum Yorick.
Amicus in necessitate est amicus quidem.
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Pictis domina est in domo.
A portrait by Joe Coleman
Hier ist jeder Tag Silvester.
Unum diem veniam enim tuus etiam.
Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade
Il faut que je fasse la baiser de cette belle femme.
The Hermits of Harlem
The Rock of Mosholu - was the stone throne a volcano in another age of an earlier epoch during a preceding period from some era that came before this eon?
We sure beat some RSS feed.
Are we there yet?
Vocatur ad iudicium Dei
Nulla piscis cauda pro hoc syreni, et melius nos pro eo.
Did anybody remember to bring the Dramamine?
The doctor will see you now.
Krampus kommt für dich, ungezogener Junge!
Ipse dilexit parum puellis.
Robert Earl Hughes bids you a fond farewell.
Gratias tibi Paola enim ambulantes hoc modo.
Kein Herr netter Kerl mehr
Michaelis, ego praesumere?
We pay homage to this good fellow for a reason that should be self-evident as you journey forth, unless of course it ain't.
Offensichtlich ich muss Yorick sein, als die anderen sind viel zu hässlich.
Girls Love School
Pelagus platea apud diebus abiit per
Marienkäfer, Marienkäfer fliegen weg nach Hause.
The 52nd - Bronx cop shop on Webster Avenue by Mosholu Parkway
Bravo Humble Webmaster!
Dastardly deeds will be avenged.
The Fifth Beatle
Das kann nicht gut sein.
I am down on whores and shant quit ripping them.
Old school PPE
Martin Bergen was a catcher for the Boston Beaneaters from 1896 to 1899, helping them win the National League pennant in 1897 and 1898. In 1900 he murdered his wife, six year old daughter and three year old son with an axe. Using a straight edge razor, he then cut his throat with such force to almost behead himself. Bergen received one vote for the Hall of Fame in 1937 and another in 1938.
Rosa alio nomine esset odor sicut dulce.
Pistol Packin' Mama
Acing that hula hoop
Come see about me. I won't disappoint.
Ridden hard and put up wet
Der erste Kaiser des Zweiten Reiches und Gefängnisköder
Anybody see my braffin?
The Nightmare by Henry Fuseli
The Gates of Hell by Auguste Rodin
Melius est regnare in Inferno quam servire in Caelis est.
Ist sie überprüfen dich heraus und mag was sie sieht? Zweifelhaft.
The Laws of Madness
I'm getting smarter, I finally punched something that couldn't sue me.
We have twelve days to celebrate Yuletide, ho ho!
Impostor apage! Ego sum verum Yorick.
Отец Григорий говорит: благослови нас Бог, каждый!
Alius Salome, et ideo aliud caput debet esse comparatae
Hat er komisch schmecken?
He preferred the party of Old Hickory.
Old Croton Aqueduct, Irvington NY
Stacy ist nicht mehr die Großmutter deines Vaters.
A hotel In California, the real Overlook
Your Humble Webmaster, who stopped making sense long ago and has far too much time on his hands now, bids you welcome.
The Scream by Edvard Munch
He amazingly laid bare all manner of bamboozlement, bunco, chicanery, flimflam, flummery, humbuggery, mountebankery, pettifoggery and quacksalvery.
Here There Be Madness, Mayhem, Murder Most Foul, Smokin' Hot Women, Rockin' Juke Music And Other Merriment. Faint Of Heart Or Afflicted With Tender Sensibilities? Begone!
Please Vikki, loose the fishnet.
Die Zeit ist gekommen um von vielen Dingen zu sprechen.
What happened in 2K that night?
Vajankles - words fail.
Psyche dicit ego festo in iuvenes et bibere Alba Petra nitri.
A webmaster groupie in a parallel and far better universe
Gib mir drei Schüsse.
Devil in the White City
Able was I ere I saw Elba.
Lacte candidiores umbra pallide
Hangin' around the wrong crowd
Still another portrait by Joe Coleman