Relocating!

http://touchedbyaclown.tumblr.com/

From now on I'll be here. I'll repost old stuff and post new stuff. It's just less of a pain in the neck. Hope to see you all there!

Been a while!

Yeah, I know. It's been a bit, hasn't it? I say that a lot. I haven't been active on blogger in months. Part of it is just, well, I hate to say this lest I sound like a bitch, but...lack of an audience. I literally have five followers on here. And, I mean, I was just doing this to entertain myself, so that shouldn't matter, but sometimes talking to yourself just feels pathetic.

Still. My passion for horrible clowns and weird religious crap hasn't waned a bit, so...why stop now, right? Besides, when I'm not writing here, I forget to read all the amazing blogs I follow, and that's just sad.

So, here.






I stole these pictures from x-entertainment.com, a much better, funnier blog than mine. If you don't already read it, please do. It sadly seems to be winding down as Matt loses his passion for the nostalgic and childish, but I don't think it'll ever die completely. And even if it does, you have years upon years of back articles to read. You can't possibly get bored.

I would not pay for the privilege of getting close to those things.

A bootleg Shrek doll is NOT worth the risk of them coming to life and eating my face. It just isn't.

They lurk everywhere.

Next time, I'm taking the stairs.

The diet of fear

Yeah, I'm sure I don't want any cookies. Thanks.

Never take candy from strangers. NO EXCEPTIONS.

This reminds me of my childhood. My dad took me to a parade because there would be ponies and pony rides, and I loved these things. However, the ponies were escorted by MOTHERFUCKING CLOWNS. I clung to his pant leg and declined offers to ride the pony, to feed the pony a carrot or to take a piece of candy from his creepy-ass clown self.

I just don't love ponies as much as I hate clowns. And if you knew how much I love ponies, you'd know how much that's saying.

Undecided.

Is this the rare benign, almost-cute clown? Or is there something sinister in those rosy cheeks and the face eerily reminiscent of the original Magic Roundabout - a show almost certainly conceived on some pretty strong drugs?

While it's a nicely-executed cake, I still find it strangely unsettling.

Benched.

Someone on LiveJournal found this winner at a thrift shop. One of those things that defies hilarious commentary. I don't...I just don't know.

200th scary clown!

Thanks for reading! All five of you! :)

Say hello to your friends!

This is the UK cover of Baby-Sitters Club #56, Keep Out, Claudia! Sadako, if you're still reading this, consider this a shout-out!

Also, damn, these covers are even creepier than the crap Hodges Soileau churned out for the US versions...

Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.

Methinks Bozo is compensating for something...

Pennywise: the early years

Damien, Carol-Anne, Rhoda...none of those kids are as creepy as this little demon.