He hasn’t been very impressive in the CFL, where, assuming the level of talent in much lower there, you’d expect him to be a star if he was NFL material.

But didn’t he kinda suck* and then didn’t he almost immediately quit the Canadian team he played for under mysterious reasons? He seems nice enough but maybe he’s just not pro material.

Or he just isn't good enough for the nfl...

In Yoruba photography, siblings that have passed are often included in family photos in the form of their sibling, in many cases twin, posing as a stand-in. In the attached photo above of triplets, the male siblings died, while their sister survived. The center image is of her, dressed as she normally would, flanking…

I am super disappointed the photographer doesn’t have more examples of his work. They must contain more cheese than in all of Wisconsin.

Are those cloud stairs or exhaust from his foot rockets?

There is no fucking way this level of work requires a 7-14 day turnaround like his website claims.

My FAVORITE thing about those is the ones with live relatives. No matter how still they tried to be for the camera they shifted and moved, so they appear ever so slightly blurred while the dead person, totally still, is captured crisply. It’s so unnerving.

Post Mortem photography is so cool though. It’s like a game...guess which one of these people is dead weeeeee

Wow...

And she put up a GoFundMe for her funeral... stating she was a single mother that couldn’t pay for the funeral. Despite being an active duty soldier (Service Group Life Insurance policy for dependents & kids-from her or the child’s father) & separated from her husband..

Uh oh. I accidentally saw an email last night that my cat sent to this photgrapher setting up a special photography session with his wonderful owner NEXT WEEK.

a Pennsylvania-based photographer who specializes in photoshopped portraits with deceased family members.

I was thinking the same thing. If I was dressed up in a suit I wouldn’t want to eat a greasy piece of pizza with my hands cuz what if the grease dripped down my chin or I accidentally then touched my pants with my dirty hands.

Ugh, this reads like the self-important delusions of grandeur self-styled “witches” would post on goth Livejournal communities. Good for you, you read Poppy Z Brite and watched The Craft. Stealing bones is beyond the goddamn pale.

I said (to the agents), ‘Here you go. There’s probably human bones in there, but I know better than to give you that answer.’

The fucking entitlement. I mean, I’m an atheist; I don’t think there’s anything left in those bones. But using someone else’s remains, someone you never knew, never sought consent from, to perform your crackpot religious rites is fucking wrong.

So if there is a hurricane and it destroys a jewelry store and I just go through the rubble and get a bunch of stuff, it’s OK because it’s a gift from Mother Nature. Duly noted.

You don’t get to own someone’s body, no matter how poor they were in life. That doesn’t seem all that complicated.

So I’m a little young to have read these crappy 80s series, but I’ve encountered them on Goodreads because I’m a fan of retro/vintage children’s books (usually fantasy stories, though). I’ve found this blog called Cliquey Pizza that reviews these old 80s books very earnestly and it’s sort of wonderful. https://cliqueyp…