Archive | August, 2011

Somewhere in the Heartland

the Mustard Gas and Swine Flu Enthusiast's Club

The economic downturn and subsequent collapse of civilized society was not welcome by most people.

But for the Pesquahoddy Mustard Gas and Swine Flu Enthusiast’s Club, the collapse had been a panacea.

Membership was way up, and their annual soiree, the much-anticipated Gas Masquerade actually turned a profit this year!

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Alltop is also a porcine enthusiast. Thanks to Foxtongue for the pic. Originally published April, 2009.

Belgium, circa 1906

Dr. Malifico and his home-made robotDoctor Hans Christian “Liver-and-Favva-Beans” Malifico standing next to the prototype of his first business mechanical, the famous Red Juggernaut, Mark I (with claw and hook attachment).

Though it would be several years before he founded Juggernaut Business Mechanicals (JBM), and at least another decade before the technology was available for his “chainsaw and boom stick attachments”, Dr. Malifico had already changed the world. The Mark I was perfectly capable of terrorizing the two dozen cheese-making Flems at the Annual Limburg Stench-Fest, thus giving the hated French — his client — the chance to win the Palm de Pong with their inferior, though admittedly eye-watering Roquefort.

In the 1960s, the Red Juggernaut (Mark XX) became JBM’s best-selling business mechanical. Though primarily used to terrorize non-compliant nation-states, evil overlords have found many other uses for the Red Juggernaut.

Modern business collections agencies have found it especially effective, and it is a standard piece of equipment in hostile takeover bids.

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Alltop also has world-takeover plans. Thanks to Foxtongue for finding this Belgariffic photo. Originally posted March 2009.

Performance art gone horribly right

Transcending IronyAll of the critics agreed. Hans Feckenbruke’s performance piece, “Transcending Irony: post-post-modern capitalism in the Western World, from the top of the Chrysler Building, as seen from the perspective of consumers on the ground,” was a spectacular — if messy — achievement.

“I’ve never seen an artist commit so completely to his work before. He didn’t even flinch as he approached the pavement,” Filmore Snoot told this photographer.

“It’s a shame he wore those tennis shoes, though. It undercut the whole commentary.”

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Alltop is always undercutting their commentary. Thanks to Foxtongue for finding this pic. Originally published March, 2009.

The Evils of Commerce

Mama Tao's portable geishaIn Sohunglo, Chugoku Prefecture, (just down the road from Hiroshima) the geisha house of Okiya Yumyum made the best of a bad situation by introducing the art of contortion to their young shikomi trainees. No longer would wealthy men have to wait while their geisha tiptoed their way to the gig in their ridiculously restrictive clothing. Now they could be carried.

In time, the art of the geisha was corrupted, and many of the women no longer performed the traditional role of geisha — a cultured presence to smooth out the rough edge of scotch-swilling businessmen with classical music and dance — and instead became prostitutes.

It was about this time the Mama Tao Consortium took over the Okiya Yumyum house, and introduced The Portable Geisha Delivery Service — when it absolutely, positively has to “be” there overnight.

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Alltop is always “there” overnight. Thanks to Foxtongue for finding this disturbing and sad photo. Originally published March 2009.

The Tradition Continues

The Tradition ContinuesKarl Wangsness had decided to honor his Norwegian heritage by having his own version of a Viking Funeral.

The car was an admirable substitution for a longship, and he was able to fit enough food in there to see him through the journey to Valhalla. He’d also managed to procure a canister of Bovril and a large can of mead, so he was covered for drinks.

Naturally, he wanted to take his wife with him, but she refused to be buried alive.

That made the two gallons of lubricant kind of superfluous, so he just left it on the sidewalk.

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Alltop is a form of social web lubricant. Originally published February, 2009.

[From the Toulouse Le Grandfig Necrobiblia collection.]

Austria, 1912

The Uber-Musik Boys

Though they outsold the proto-fascist jazz stylings of The Pillage People four-to-one, the Über-Musik Boys never quite managed to make the big time. Even though they started the whole Lederhosen Thrash scene, most of them had to take on menial jobs milking goats and persecuting small animals to make ends meet.

Young Adolf, in particular, was embittered.

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Some members of Alltop are also bitter. Thanks to Foxtongue for finding this pic. Originally published, February 2009.

[From the Toulouse Le Grandfig Necrobiblia collection.]