Return of the Son of the Revenge of Fly Candy

The Kate – fly and photo by Glista, still the maddest doctor at a vise.




Yules, Fools!

Hard to believe, we know, but it’s time once again for The Hideous Jabbering Head of Izaak Walton’s Very Hairy Holiday Revue Special Thing! Ike likes to open with a song.


gabba gabba HEY!

Oh the gallant Fishers life,
It is the best of any,
’Tis full of pleasure, void of strife,
And ’tis belov’d of many:
Other joyes
are but toyes,
and I hope I get the one with Kunge Fu Grippe!


A traditional Drunktopian solstice celebration

In the Black Forest they celebrate by getting shitfaced, setting fire to 800-lb straw-packed oak wheels, rolling them down mountainsides into sleepy villages and making bets on the fates of the panicked peasantry as they flee in terror. Here comes a Merry Christmas! Who’s dreaming of sugarplums NOW, proles?! And though I can’t think of anything more perfectly German, I must say that they’ve at least got a handle on merrymaking. I mean, c’mon, who doesn’t want to try this? Like, right now, let’s go. 


a foul and odiferous goo

A festive holiday story from a while back that I like to share at this merry time of year. I grant you The Power of Lutefisk!


Have a Yes album cover Christmas!

And finally, Brother Glista’s done it again. Behold this year’s holiday fly candy, fever-dream fresh from the festive frankenlab:


This is mine. Get your own!

Be safe, scamps! Now go make some merry!