This giant statue is a bronze rendition of Shakyamuni or Gautama Buddha, the man whose teachings are the foundation of the Buddhist religion. Known as the Tian Tan Buddha, this masterwork was completed in 1993 and is located at Ngong Ping, Lantau Island, in Hong Kong. The statue represents the harmony between man and nature, people and faith.
Photo from @aleporte

Mighty impressive.


Plants and their parts.


Plants and parts

Plants and their parts.

Johannis Gessneri Tabulae phytographicae : analysin generum plantarum exhibentes. 1795-1804.

Via nemfrog from, e-rara.

Gotta love old nature illos… they are so beautiful.


Creakin’ along



I feel like this.

This site will soon be out of downtime alley and back on track. Things here got a tad too rickety. A lot like my body and mind.

Bear with me. It is causing great angst and anguish.




She loves me she loves me not


She loves me she loves me not

Miss Dawn

I’m so scared

I’ve been watching her for 3days

Oh, gawd, if only such a thing could happen for me… but, such loveliness is missing from my world.


Jupiter’s ABYSS!


jupiter dark vortex

Image Credits: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS/Gerald Eichstädt/Seán Doran


NASA’s Juno spacecraft captured this view of an area within a Jovian jet stream showing a vortex that has an intensely dark center. Nearby, other features display bright, high altitude clouds that have puffed up into the sunlight.

The color-enhanced image was taken at 12:55 a.m. PDT (3:55 a.m. EDT) on May 29, 2019, as the spacecraft performed its 20th science flyby of Jupiter. At the time, Juno was about 9,200 miles (14,800 kilometers) from the planet’s cloud tops, above approximately 52 degrees north latitude.

Citizen scientists Gerald Eichstädt and Seán Doran created and named this image using data from the spacecraft’s JunoCam imager.

That is just way, way too wicked cool.

“Looks like one o’ them Gol dang Stargates, Clem!”

And they just found a dark vortex on Neptune, too! Woo Hoo!


Smooth Operator — Sade


Sade – Smooth Operator (Official Music Video)

Published on Dec 11, 2009

Sade – Smooth Operator (Official Video)
Listen on Spotify –smarturl.it/Sade_TopTracks Listen on Apple Music –smarturl.it/SadeEssentials Amazon – smarturl.it/SadeUCAmz Follow Sade Website – www.sade.com/ Facebook – facebook.com/sadeofficial Twitter – twitter.com/sadeofficial Instagram – instagram.com/sade/

He’s laughing with another girl
And playing with another heart
Placing high stakes, making hearts ache
He’s loved in seven languages
Jewel box life diamond nights and ruby lights, high in the sky
Heaven help him, when he falls
Diamond life, lover boy
He move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy
City lights and business nights
When you require streetcar desire for higher heights

No place for beginners or sensitive hearts
When sentiment is left to chance
No place to be ending but somewhere to start

No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale

Face to face, each classic case
We shadow box and double cross
Yet need the chase

A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold

No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator

Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale

Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator

Jesus, this lady is so sexy. I’ve been enthralled from the minute her voice hit my ears. Yup.


Torana LX


Torana LX

A neato, super built up Holden Torana LX caught waiting to tear up the track at Bathurst.

Cool…we don’t get to see very many Aussie cars, which is a drag as a lot of them are quite the business!


Lord Have Mercy


I doubt I’ll get any but I know it’s happened before, so there’s always a chance. I’m losing my mind, you see. A little bit more every day. People tell me it’s alright and not to worry. LOL Yeah. Right.

Sorry about the downtime this site suffered yesterday and today. It was horrifying and I was filled with angst and anguish. Under the hood software stickage, the tech said. It’s also, now, not on a private server any more… for money saving purposes. Times are not so good here money wise. Please help if you can. I removed another service from the package as well to save some more dough.

I was hoping to do some posts in audio as it might be fun and I used to do voiceovers and stuff and some friends do well with it. Naturally, as a result of these thoughts, my trusty M-Audio monitors decided to end their lives within minutes of each other. I think I got them in 2005, it was whenever they came out, so they have had good long lives. I recently found an amp in Canada and a pair of QUADs in England for super duper cheap but the amp, a beautiful Hafler, is in need of repair. Just my luck. It’s right channel is at least 15dB down. Dammit. Which, of course, I can’t really afford to get fixed till I’d say the beginning of August, after the first half of the tackses on the hut are done. I have nice headphones, but, it ain’t the same thing at all, don’tcha know. Actually, the laptop’s speakers are by Klipsch, that wily ole Texan dude and they sound mighty fine for laptop speakers, but, that ain’t the same either. I have entered a few sweepstakes for monitors but those odds are well beyond astronomical.

I just might try it anyway, though. Yeah, I just might. Maybe I’ll just read some accounts like those friends often do on their podcasts. Good way to start, at least, not that it’ll ever go anywhere. I bet no one even listens! I’ll probably be fined and imprisoned for life for copyright infringement, eh, just cuz it’s me doin’ it. Quite likely. Quite.

Well, let us see how things progress.

be well




Laura Winges


Laura Winges


Laura Winges

Introducing Laura Winges

IG: LauraWingo

Credit for finding this perfect girly goes to @lorathi – be sure to follow both of us for the most images of Laura!



The Rotten Man


rotten man


The Rotten Man by GaryLaibArt

Ok, so, in Book Three of my Blood Magik saga (I call it a saga instead of a series because it’s all one story, but who knows… It’s its own universe, after all, so may turn out to be a series yet) I pay homage to some of my favorite writers (who are almost all from the UK) by creating a Cockney zombie character I call the Gent. He’s this eerie sort of heckler out of place and time who shows up to test the Coach’s mettle when he’s nearly lost it. A gangly ol’ “sod”, the Gent just may be what tears a tight-knit gaggle of apocalyptic do-gooders apart. Here’s a little taste:

It wasn’t long before their resolve was tested.

A particularly awkward gangrel with a top hat and a chewed-at human finger-bone between his teeth moseyed toward them, eyeing their raised weapons with retinas ablaze and gore-stained hands held high. The Coach usually wouldn’t have bothered entertaining the notion of any other option other than war, but the peculiar dress-wear and stroll of the dead-man put his priorities on a tilt, slightly sloping toward curiosity. His reason, of course, eventually tipped the scales and his trigger-finger tensed, but before the hammer went clink, the stranger spoke.

Oi oi… A wee bit lairy, are we? I’m not here to mess you about, guv. Only curious.”

It wasn’t the painfully thick accent that gave the Coach pause… It was the creature’s denotive curiosity. It seemed…unique in its ways. That and his style resembling an early nineteenth century Englishman was slightly bewitching.

“Fuck off, dick-snot. We’re not here to shoot the shit with homeless dead-heads, alright?” Regardless of his own curiosity, he still didn’t feel the urge to be polite.

“Heh. Always did fancy the mouth on you septics. Randy as a rat-arsed dollymop, the lot’a ya!”

“One more step and I turn yer brains back to dirt, shit-bag.” He couldn’t discern much detail through the mists other than the twin-tailed black tux and red eyes. His pant legs hung inches above his ankles; long arms extending well past his jacket’s sleeves. The Coach couldn’t decide if the dead-thing was actually from the eighteen-hundreds or just peculiarly fashioned: some sort of uber, new-age hipster who thought dressing like Abe Lincoln was the bee’s-fucking-knees. “Keep those filthy paws where I can seem ’em, son. Only reason you ain’t a stain already is ’cause yer no threat to me. I’d rather not raise a stink right now if I don’t have to, but I’d rather raise one than allow you any sorta notion you got a shot at The Champ.”

“Izzat you then, mate? Fancy yorself king of the bleedin’ pilloks?” He waved his arms around to aggrandize, then lowered them with several tsks escaping his dead tongue. “How, then, fairs His Majesty with naught but a single subject to rule?”

“The fuck you talkin’ about?”

“Yor flock, guv. Flown away off ta the bog, ’ave they? Abandoned their mates for a unified ‘wringing of the socks’?”

Desi shifted against the tree they perched under at the mention of their backup. What the hell was this lunatic getting at?

“Or ’ave you a scheme a bit more potty to dazzle me wif? Say…a trap, perchance?”

The carousing winds parted the mists enough for the Coach to catch a glimpse of his inquisitor. His thin face did justice to his slight frame, with ears like satellites angled to refract covert, international intel. Blood as thick as paste painted a Joker-like smile that enhanced his already deranged aura from nutcase to super villain. And he stood crooked – always – shoulders angled so his left arm seemed inches longer than his right. That long arm lifted to pry the finger-bone from his teeth just before the mist again coalesced until he was just a shade in a garnet soup.


One thing I’ve realized is how much more potent an accent is in writing when it’s written like it sounds, but this can also be a bitch to read for those who aren’t used to reading it. So how’d it go for you? Tough to get through? Thanks for the feedback, zompeeps. \m/ -z/cm






Azrail by Develv

©2017-2019 Develv

Azrail, the Angel of Death (Biblical Hebrew: עזראל‎‎).
Along with Jibrail, Mīkhā’īl and Isrāfīl, the Angel of Death, called Azrail (also pronounced as ʿIzrāʾīl /Azriel – عزائيل) is believed by Muslims to be one of the archangels. He and his subordinate angels are responsible for taking the souls of the deceased away from the body. Azrail does not act independently from God and just takes those, who were commanded to be taken. Rather than merely representing an independent personified death, Azrail is described in Islamic sources as subordinate to the will of God “with the most profound reverence.”
From Wikipedia.

Art idea of my father.
Art by Deva.

A most appropriate name.



You Need to Watch This Before History is ERASED | (Leo Frank Trial & the ADL)

Published on May 22, 2019

Find out how the trial of Leo Frank served as the catalyst for the inception of the Anti-Defamation League…

✏️✏️✏️ History is being rewritten, replaced with inverted recollections of what actually happened…even in my hometown of Atlanta, Georgia. Sources are always pinned as top comment.

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The horseshit known as “anti-antisemitism” rears its putrid head. It is really not rocket science to sort out why these frigging animals have been kicked out of countries over a thousand times. They’ve earned it.


250 GT Bertone Coupé


250 Bertone


250 Bertone

The gorgeous Ferrari 250 GT Bertone Coupé… so wonderfully rare that this one sold for $16,000,000.00.

Was it the mettalic gray livery? Eh?

Delicious. And quick.


Lost in thought.



A lovely Neanderthal man, lost in thought.

They didn’t go extinct… no, don’t believe that bogus load of pewps… what really happened  was well over 5,000 years of prehistoric hanky-panky… yeah… and those shenanigans were what eventually caused them to completely assimilate into our sapiens version of human.

You, dear reader and I along with you, have Neanderthal DNA in our cells.

Dig it.




is it Nahuelito

Cryptid Photograph: The Nahuelito Photos

On April 17th, 2006, an anonymous photographer delivered two pictures of what they claimed to be the Nahuelito. According to the photographer, it was taken at around 9 o’clock, and that they were sure it wasn’t a twisted tree trunk or some sort of fish. The photographer wanted to remain unknown so that he could “avoid future headaches.”

via cryptid-quest

Looks quite bogus to these eyes… and where’s picture number two?


Hey, here’s the other one…

is it Nahuelito