Nothing makes sense in 2017. The Sharks can’t win games, WikiLeaks is now officially against leaking classified documents, the Columbus Blue Jackets (featuring gigantic dipshit coach John Tortorella) are the best team in the NHL, Nazi frogs will appear in any online conversation to completely derail any communication, the Vancouver Canucks are currently in playoff position.
When #seafood disagrees with you... Il Risveglio Dell'Abisso, by John Wyndham. Urania, February 1954. Cover by Kurt Caesar. pic.twitter.com/mO0fWDtxP6— Pulp Librarian (@PulpLibrarian) January 2, 2017
It’s time to ground ourselves, everyone, in the face of this chaos. Let’s go back to a simpler time where we kick the shit out of the Red Wings.
The Red Squid Destructoid from Android Kikaider (1973). #SeaMonsters #Japan pic.twitter.com/1xMZgkjGbu— Pulp Librarian (@PulpLibrarian) February 1, 2016
But not so far back we get to the even simpler simpler time where the Red Wings kicked the shit out of us.
Questions you only get in #pulp:— Pulp Librarian (@PulpLibrarian) September 17, 2015
Would you rather fight one massive shark or eight massive piranhas? pic.twitter.com/ID4z6DsGjG
Oh fuck, Munoz!
Red Wings @ Sharks
7:30 PM Pacific
You Are A Shark*, by Edward Packard. Bandana Choose Your Own Adventure, 1985— Pulp Librarian (@PulpLibrarian) October 28, 2016
(*No you're not) pic.twitter.com/3vYmwn3vNI