Some say it is love. Others point to Esperanto. Still others point to the Euro.
These people, however, are complete idiots. They should be taken out back, forced to dig their own grave, and then shot.
The only true international language is surf rock. And here's proof of this indesputable fact.
Screamers and screamettes, from Valencia Spain, appearing for the first time on the ANTSS virutal, let me hear you give a big horror hound hand for Los Tiki Phantoms!
I don't know diddly about these wacked-out cats. They're apparently Spanish. They dig cocktails, surf rock, cheese horror, and are made of 100% grade-A prime cut neato. What else do you need to know?
And, since you can't be a masked surf band unless you cover the Munsters Theme, here's Los Tiki Phantoms covering said obligatory tune.
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
R.I.P.: Lily of the field.

Though I was always more of an Addam's Family kind of guy, news that Yvonne De Carlo passed away is still a sad, sad thing.
The painting above is by Isabel Samaras. Warning: not all Samaras's stuff is workplace-friendly.
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