
When I look at this picture, I can't help but wonder how bad that poor guy's teeth hurt. They gotta hurt, right? It looks like his whole HEAD was curbstomped. I can't imagine coming out of that with your chompers feeling pristine. Poor guy. Poor teeth.
— Julia Eff

I think they're fighting over who spilled the tacos.
Wrestlers really like tacos...
...so much they would KILL for them.
(That, or they're trying to jerk apart that table into a series of smaller pieces so they can go back to beating each other's heads in. With the aid of weapons! Look at that blood...)
—Julia Eff

Back in the day, wrestling used to be cool! Dudes punched other dudes straight in the head and bled all over the place and it was fun. Nowadays, it's a bunch of juiced-up overgrown teenage men doing effing choreography to a soap opera script, and photos like these make us long for the days when real men with bleached hair beat the daylights out of each other in saggy blue panties.
—Julia Eff

And so begins our series of creepy old-school wrestling photos we found on a shelf in Ashley's old cubicle. We think this photo is a good metaphor for the journalism industry—it kicks you when you're down, and then you're standing dazed against a brick wall, while somebody takes photos that people will then find in thirty years and simultaneously cringe and laugh at.
I can't help but wonder what this poor dude's face looked like the week after, though. I'm too much of a pansy to be a wrestler. This guy's bloody visage is why.
—Julia Eff

One of the wonders of working in the RealD office are unexplained photos of monkeys. When we went to move, we found loads of them. Some are more terrifying than others. This one, for example, has a lovely National Geographic quality to it. Lookit the monkeys!! I just want to cuddle them, but they’re probably rabid or have some kind of terrible monkey fever and will eat my face off.

These monkeys, on the other hand, look nice and docile. Kiki’s Kooks! Look at their little boat hats, and those instruments! So color-coordinated to their outfits! The one up there’s playing an organ! Or something. I think the scariest and most bizarre part about this picture is knowing we found it in the office. Makes you wonder what happened before we got here…
—Julia Eff

- Julia Eff
From the Associated Press:
Now you can buy a candle that smells like the greasy, onion7 4am calorie bomb I like to call the White Castle slider.
Proceeds will benefit Autism Speaks. They're $10, or about the cost of a Crave Case.
No word on why you want your house to smell like a night gone wrong ...

When we were moving our offices, we had to take down the years of ephemera covering every flat surface. Buried in the rubble, this photo peered back at me, all thirteen sets of cold, plastic eyes staring deep into the inner workings of my soul. …yeah. I’m going to back away slowly now, and go hide under my bed where the dolls can’t get me.
-Julia Eff
We're keeping a list of the weird and wacky wonders which somehow make their way to the RDW offices ... and maybe a few things we find in our new digs.
This is an oldie but goodie we found cleaning out our old offices. I'll let editorial assistant Julia Eff take it from here...

Let's take this one side at a time: First we have Maleficent from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty, with the head of a pope superimposed on top. With a swastika superimposed over that. All of this is on a spiffy psychedelic background! We have no idea what the artist was trying to convey here, other than maybe the Pope has an awesome hourglass figure and a sweet cape hidden under his pope-robe. Or something.
It’s laminated together with this clipping from the Freep a few weeks ago. A clipping about Detroit rapper Mu's father, who was shot an outrageous number of times by the FBI during a raid in Dearborn (we're not trying to get political here, but google this if you're interested).
The sheer scale of craziness is a little awe-inspiring. We have no idea what this person is trying to tell us, but they probably aren’t inviting us to their birthday party anytime soon.

-Julia Eff