by Bob Canada.
As a last word on Alfred Hitchcock, I just wanted to share two quotes I saw just recently, the first being from Hitchcock himself…
“Blondes make the best victims. They’re like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.”
…which is from an interview he did on TV in 1977.
And then I saw a quote from Ingrid Bergman…
“I’d like to know more about his relationships with women. No, on second thought, I wouldn’t.”
And then I saw this, which I love, and is wonderfully seasonal:
I’m not too afraid of the hypothetical end of the world. Everyone else will be cowering in fear with their loved ones, stockpiling water and canned goods, maybe praying for forgiveness and shit before they shuffle off the mortal coil. Meanwhile, I’ll be listening to really loud music and masturbating.
Ingenuous Age once more essays to find/A proper Gift for Youth’s sophistic Mind/Well tho’ he know how bootless ’tis to send/Aught that his own Head can comprehend.
Of Wit and Beauty keeps discreetly chary,/And forfeits Sense to the contemporary.
Devoid of Pomp as Woolworth’s or McCrory’s/And cerebral as Vogue or Snappy-Stories.
“Santa” opens fire at a California party, 3 dead. That’s what I woke up to this morning.
He-Man and She-Ra: A Christmas Special.
Ill child gets a White Christmas.
Mom insists that hot daughters continue Christmas traditions and sit on Santa’s lap. Santa doesn’t mind.
You’re only making it worse on yourself.
Scientists warn that Christmas lights harm the planet.
The guy who translated “Silent Night” from German to English is buried in Jacksonville, Florida. You’re welcome for that update.
Americans still choose “Merry Christmas” over “Happy Holidays.” I think I prefer to say “Happy Holidays” because it’s not X-mas for everyone (nor is it necessarily merry), but I tend to go with the “Merry Christmas” just out of habit, sadly.
“However – I am not quite such a solemn prig as you probably assume from my letters.” -Lovecraft, in a letter to a Mr. Harris, February 25 to March 1, 1929.
And happy New year. Let’s hope it’s a good one… without any fear.
You think I’m joking, don’t you?
Most likely… I’m not.
NORAD Tracks Santa. You know, they’ll probably think he’s a terrorist and shoot him down or something. Maybe that’s just what I’m hoping for. Maybe.
This is totally where my head is at now:
The Robot Chicken Christmas special.
Christmas music videos you totally need right now:
Wham! “Last Christmas“
Band Aid “Do They Know It’s Christmas?“
Sufjan Stevens “Put The Lights On The Tree“
Bowie meets Bing. This still freaks me out a bit.
Santa Sutra: 9 Holiday Sex Positions That Will Stuff Your Stocking.
Oh, and immaculate conception? Give me a fucking break.
You know, I really like It’s A Wonderful Life. Sadly, one of the few rituals I used to have in a year was watching that movie whenever they’d air it on network TV around this time. I don’t own it, and I’d only watch it when it was played on TV. Appointment television at it’s finest. That movie is a classic for a reason. And you know what happens at the end of watching it? I fucking cry. I do. I really do. Well, no, I don’t. Maybe I do. None of your fucking business, alright? And Mr. Potter might have been right after all. Also, Donna Reed was hot.
It should be pointed out that Counterforce does not solely endorse Christmas as the ultimate end of the year holiday. In fact, other than the tame Santa stuff, we’re all pretty either atheists or agnostics or something far more narcissistic. But we do party like Catholic school girls. Oh yes.
“…there you are, reading your blog, enjoying your comic spread, and then there’s the Family fucking Circus in the bottom right corner just waiting to suck…”
Cthulhu loves the holidays! A season for giving and taking and… Well, a lot of taking, that’s for sure.
Cthulhu Christmas cookies, the perfect little sumthin sumthin to leave out for Santa on the big night.
Mr. P would like to fuck you with his great big ears.
Cheerleader’s suspended for nude photo scandal.
A Cthulhu Christmas miracle brough to you by the author of Baby’s First Mythos.
Marco Sparks, magic soccer!
William Gibson’s Agrippa, the self destructing poem.
Cthulhu Cthursday: Words Of Wisdom.
Nobel prize-winning laser genius is going to be Obama’s Secretary of Energy.
A Cthulhu/H.P. Lovecraft shopping list if you’re so inclined to buy your special someone that kind of shit this holiday season.
Ugh. There’s only 13 days left until Christmas!