An Appeal from the Regional Chairman of the Zombie Anti-Defamation League

Aaaa-UUUHHHHH-nnngh! Why people run from zombie? Zombie not hurt you! Zombie want play! People get many wrong idea from movies! Think zombie eat braaains! Is not true! Nibble arm, maybe leg, but not sweet, delicious braaaaaaains!


Seems reasonable to me, Audra S.

Science! Gone! Haywire!

BELFRY, ROMANIA — Mad scientists at the Centre for Unwarranted Research (CUR) today unveiled an ambeagle, a cross between an amoeba and a beagle. The creature, seen here in this magnified photo, answers to the name of “Gloopy.”


We’ve crossed a line here, Christy S.

Ehw. Mah. Gah. Check Out the Goth Chick

“Look, sweetie, I don’t know how they do things over at Edgar Allan Poe High School, or wherever you transferred from, but if you want to join the Slipperette Spirit Squad you need to get out of that funk and show some spunk!”

“Fer shure! So lose the Elvira-Queen-of-the-Dork eye shadow, pin those ears up, and let’s see some cartwheels!”


They’re so cruel when they’re cool, Kindall D.

Finally, a Little Down Time

Whew! I thought the kids would never settle down for a nap!


Finally, I can get a little “me” time.


Motherhood ain’t all it’s quacked up to be, Erik D.

UPDATE: By popular demand — QUACK-HANCE!

Merry Christmas! I’m Here!

I hurried over here as quick as I could, hope I’m not too … Hey, where’s the tree?


You want to break it to him, Meagan G.?

Shadow of the Hampire

Sleep did not come easily to Victoria that night. She tossed for hours, Dr. Liebkind’s warning echoing in her ears: Once you admit him into your home, he may come and go at will. Nonsense, she decided at last–village folklore, nothing else.

But come he did, as she dreamt fitfully–the elegant gentleman who charmed her that evening. Gazing at her pale neck with a deathless hunger, he knelt close to her. “Soon your torment will be over,” he murmured. “Soon you shall be mine.”

There’s a bloodsucker born every minute, Anna W.

Why I Love My Big Brother Lenny

Why I Love My Big Brother Lenny
By Nathan Ghlarblefarb, Second Grade

I love my big brother Lenny becauze he is nice and kind and doesnt treat me like Im littel. Leik yesterday we crossed teh street and Lenny said I culd go first and didnt even haf to wait for the lite if I didnt want too. Taht is why I love my brother Lenny.


Special thanks to JoAnn P.

This Grass Is Making Me Dramatic

Whoa, this stuff is wicked primo, man  … I am, like, so totally mello–OMG BAD TRIP BAD TRIP THE SKY IS MELTING MONSTERS SEA SERPENTS AAAAAAAH!

Do You Mind?!

Tryin’ to sleep here, can’t a fella get a little rest, and besides this is a private beach, the homeowner’s association will be hearing about this, grumble aargle snarg

C.O. ArtWatch

The Selma Flootz Gallery is pleased to announce “Snow Way Out,” the latest exhibition by sculptor Ingrid Saarsghargle-Lopez. Working entirely in snow, the artist creates works with thought-provoking titles like “Vortex of Infinite Knowing.”


I guess this won’t be in the permanent collection, Kristina K.

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