Latest Project: Magpie Necklaces

Hey, guys! I have a question for you!


Would you buy something like this?

I know I would, but that’s a moot point. I’ve already got one. I’m wondering if anyone else would.

See, I’ve got all these pendanty bits, and wires, and ribbons, and beads, and yarns, and it occurred to me that they’d all look great together. So I’ve been putting them together in these chokers, which I’ve been calling Magpie Necklaces because, well. Shiny.

And it struck me that if I like them, other people might, too. I could open up a shop on Etsy, if there’s enough interest.

So! I ask again: Would you buy something like this?

( A few cosmic details behind the cut )

How about this one?



( Details )

Or this one?



( Dude, this is PIRATE SPLENDOR. What’s not to love? )

Or maybe this one?



( Just kidding. This one is mine. But I can make more like it! )

If I were to continue to make and sell these, they’d probably be in the $40-$50 range due to the cost of the materials. I could probably make cheaper bracelets and anklets, too. But I wanted to start with a few before I made a huge investment.

I know I’d buy them. Would you?

Unsolicited Opinion Of The Day

For the past week or so, acrossthelake, i_blaze_the, and I have been debating the worst possible movie done by any iteration of MST3k. They are torn between Manos: The Hands of Fate—a movie that, like The Last Airbender, manages to be bad in every possible category* and Monster A Go-Go, a Frankenstein’s monster of a movie stitched together from the dead corpses of three different movies** and brought back not to life, but to a state of undeath so gruesome that the movie actually commits suicide at the end rather than try to wrap up the story.

I’d add to these The Creeping Terror, which is like Monster A Go-Go except you just wish there was no monster, and The Castle of Fu Manchu, which did have yellowface and also has the distinction of being the only MST I refuse to watch twice. But hands down the worst damn movie I’ve ever seen, no question at all, is Legacy of Blood, taken on by Cinematic Titanic in a riff that matched the Charge of the Light Brigade for both heroism and overall success.

I could enumerate all of the awfulnesses of this movie—the drive-thru quality sound, the lighting that only manages to be bright when the movie accidentally gives away its big reveal before—well, before the big reveal—the loathsome characters, the loathsomely creepy content, the loathsome acting, etc.. However, you could say that of a lot of movies. This one is unique, though, because while you hate this movie, this movie hates you back. Much as Manos or Monster A Go-Go or The Creeping Terror or even possibly Fu Manchu were awful, none of them was actively trying to put you off your dinner. Legacy is. Every single scene, by accident or design, manages to make me want to throw up a little. It is not badly entertaining. It doesn’t even contain that certain level of charm that comes from the really awful execution of something trying to be good. This movie is a fucking troll.

You may see acrossthelake’s rebuttal in the comments. I also invite you to submit your reasons why the movie you hate the most is, in fact, worse than Legacy of Blood.*** But remember that whatever movie you submit will have to be worse than the image of some ham-faced greaseball creep trying to mount his insane sister while their electrocuted in-laws lie gently smoldering in their bed and the guy with the people-skin lamp enjoys some delicious ham from a plate that recently had a severed head on it. I dare ya to top that. Go ahead on.


*I actually am willing to give Manos the favorable comparison here, because it at least had the excuses of low budget, bad/nonexistent source material, and lack of willful racism in what you could politely call its “casting.” (I know, it was whitewashed, but on the plus side it wasn’t yellowface.) TLA had a giant budget and excellent source material, but it was stubbornly racist and still failed miserably.

**i_blaze_the’s metaphor.

***Right now we are going to nip your automatic response of The Human Centipede in the bud, because while the movie’s premise makes me do the DDD: DO NOT WANT face every single time I think of it, it did supply me with the unprecedented entertainment of watching squirming movie reviewers trying to gently break said premise to their readers.