The Bloodthirsty Box

The Continuing Misfortunes of Simple Graphics Man ~

#28: The Bloodthirsty Box.

In which SGM tangles with the deadly operatives from IKEA† who are bent on stealing his sanity and will go to any lengths to put him in the way of mortal danger.

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†International Ko-operative* for Evil Agents

*C’mon! These dudes always substitute a ‘k’ for a ‘c’! I’ve seen Get Smart! OK, OK, so KAOS isn’t an acronym… well at least you’ve got to give me that IKEA is evil.

Big thanks to Radioactive Jam for this latest installment in the saga of SGM!

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Faux Cancer

In Coogee, Sydney. I wonder if they appreciate the irony at all? Click on the pic for the full experience.

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Thanks to hewhohears for the intrepid photo-scouting for this one! Anyone else find any of these, please send ’em on in.

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Brides & Babes

These two shops side-by-side on Parramatta Road in Sydney. Click on the pic for the full experience.

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Thanks to Pil for the excellent photo!

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Some More Zoid

OK. Now from the get go I want to impress upon you that I’m not making any of this up. Y’know, I just couldn’t in my screwiest dreams. I opened the envelope and this is what I found:

A cotton glove, a vial of ‘anointing’ oil and a plastic baggie. I swear.

Some Disturbing Items from Peter Popoff

It’s not enough that Prophet Pete writes to me about his 5.30 am ‘powerful flowings’ whilst calling out my name – now he’s evidently hinting that I get in on the act as well.

Let me see. What does he say in his letter this time… life changing opportunity… all things are possible… God’s hand touches you… Aha! Here’s the nitty gritty:

Take the enclosed packet of Holy Oil and completely cover your hand and place your HAND into the HAND OF GOD GLOVE… letting the oil saturate your needs. THEN FOLD IT AND RETURN IT TO ME along with this page as soon as possible after you place the glove into the enclosed zip lock bag.*

Really, I totally swear I’m not making it up!

Before you put it into the zip lock bag… TUCK YOUR SEED GIFT OF $20.00 into the HAND OF GOD GLOVE… saying “I CONFESS BOLDLY, GOD’S PLAN IS TO PROSPER ME, ELEVATE ME, AND CAUSE HIS FAVOR TO SHINE UPON ME. AS I FOLLOW GOD’S PLAN TODAY, ALL THAT MY HANDS TOUCH WILL BE BLESSED, AND FAVORED OF GOD, THIS SEED DETERMINES MY GREAT HARVEST THAT GOD WILL RELEASE TO ME.”

Now, is it just me, or is all this talk of oiling up your hand, powerful flowings and tucking your seed becoming just a teeny bit disturbing…?

A Vial of Anointng Oil

The letter goes on for pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages until shortly before signing off, Prophet Pete promises to send me yet another gift:

GOD HAS GIVEN ME 3 FAITH CONTACTS TO RETURN TO YOU… God told me to send you 3 sticks of gum.

I swear on the Noodly Appendages of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I really am not making any of this up.

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*All emphasis exactly as it appears on the letter.

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A Mystery Gift from Prophet Pete

A letter from Peter Popoff is always an unexpected surprise! Well, not really, since he sends them with unrelenting tenacity, but hey.

Like many of these Popoff Epistles, this one contains something, and I thought I might share the anticipation and excitement of the Glorious Gift with you all.

So. Guesses to what’s inside? (Whatever it is, it appears to be a few inches long, flattish and squishy).

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My mail redirection from the old house ends pretty soon and I’ll kind of miss old Prophet Pete’s dogged determination to get my money. NOT.

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