UTMC

Well, one image anyway.

Lately, since we have two young children, I've taken to riding for pleasure at night. And since the kids oftentimes protest bedtime, and it being summer and all, they finally settle down quite late. Missus Sisypyhus and I have some time to chat, and then off I go, into the dark.
Usually my rides don't take more than half an hour or so, just enough to cool down and take the edge off. We live in a pretty rural area, and this time of year the farmers are haying so the smell of freshly cut hay is nice, and booming through the occasional low-lying fog bank is exciting.
The Triumph is running extraordinarily well this season; not bad for a 30+ y.o. bike. I'm kind of glad I never got rid of it.
Another thing I've taken to is earplugs. On this bike in particular I think it's a good idea to wear them.
Tonight I figured I'd make it short, so I put the clear visor on and screamed off to the gas station. Lots of hills that drop off, curves that when you tip into them you know right away whether you got it or not, no traffic whatsoever. Sort of chilly, but not uncomfortably so.
So anyway, lately there've been rumors around about some hideous creature that makes the most godawful sounds. Like something being tortured or something, but no harm has been done to livestock or property, or anything. There are several animals missing. Most notably a donkey. That's a big animal to just go missing. Then the neighbor's dog disappeared, and of course the ubiquitous signs at the general store with missing cats, dogs, etc. Normally I would disregard any sort of nonsense like this but tonight I had a bit of an odd feeling. But I get those, so I brush them off. Until, of course, something happens and I think, "Fuck, why didn't I listen to myself!!"
I'm not going to post an entire boring video of my run to the gas station six miles away and back, but I will leave you all with this disturbing image of what I did see, as I came barreling out of one of my favorite corners that leads into a mile-long straight:

Shopped! Fake! Rule 34! Etc!.



Good story, though.

I always thought Bremen was in Germany.

I came across that image who knows where, but I seem to remember some child's story about the horse, the dog, cat and rooster all on top of each other.
Then one night when reading one of my kids a book (The Yellow Balloon) there's an image of aforesaid animal arrangement on one of the pages, the rooster is tall enough to look into someone's window.
It stuck with me ever since, and I can't place the original story.

I have no idea what the story is, so does anyone know?

The Bremen Town Musicians

http://www.tonightsbedtimestory.com/the ... musicians/

Edit: There's actually a statue in the town of Bremen commemorating the story.

That was awesome, thanks for the link. There's actually a Bremen here, on the way to Round Pond. It's like half an hour away. If I'd known that part I could have incorporated that into the story!

Toad wrote:Shopped! Fake! Rule 34! Etc!.



Good story, though.

That was way too specific for Rule 34, until you said it, at least.

calamari kid wrote:I always thought Bremen was in Germany.

Damn! Beat me to it.