The image comes from our friend Ubu, who found it stuck inside an old pulp novel he picked up somewhere.
I thought that she was holding a fishing pole the first few times I looked at it, but it’s a whip, isn’t it? It’s interesting how our brains try to interpret things in the context of what we know. In another 100 years someone will probably see something altogether different.
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The image comes from our friend Ubu, who found it stuck inside an old pulp novel he picked up somewhere.
I thought that she was holding a fishing pole the first few times I looked at it, but it’s a whip, isn’t it? It’s interesting how our brains try to interpret things in the context of what we know. In another 100 years someone will probably see something altogether different.
Cleaning my arsenal.
What do you use for that, Ed, a colonic?
And folks wonder why I still go to Sunday school…
Although Mark refuses to link me (as I have linked him) this image and much, much more may be found on RADIOFREEUBU — (click on above)…
Poor, poor Ubu…. What a sad, sad story…
OK, you SOB. Here’s your F’n link.
Wow, you know it’s not the act, it’s the grace with which it was done that really makes me tear up…(blubber)
Ubu’s site makes me twitch. Please remove the link.
But we like to see you twitch…
I saw Ubu this evening, and I can confirm that he was in fact “blubbering.”
I will most likely find myself at Totally Wholesome Fest.