That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for January 08, 2012

A blemished bit of fame for you!

Quick, write to the editor, and give him the correct spelling.

Gory but no glory.

The Cereal Killer has also been called the Donut Dunker, and the Orange Juicer in the papers. It is because his victims has always been killed just after having a good breakfast.

WAYNE not payne. My middle name’s Wayne!

At least he’s got his pet skull to comfort him. And give him advice. Mr. Skull always knows what to say to him.

the police takes a long time before he is arrested.. green river took over 20 years. bdk took over 20 years.

As for Cereal Killer, Donut Dunker, or Orange Juicer, a Google search found this story from 2½ years ago, which probably isn’t it since the comments read like it’s a current thing, this photo, and several youtube.com videos. Maybe the commenters could point to what they’re writing about next time.Anyway, an enlargement is available here, or you can use the Google link to look at others available on the web. I sometimes don’t get to this until later in the day, so if someone else, who views it much earlier (based on the comments), wants to point to the original, I won’t be offended in the least.

My uncle thought he was Saint Jerome.

Okay, so I was a flop as Romeo; but I thought my Hamlet was good. Damn critics….

Yes, turgilsa, most present day people associate the skull with the scene in Hamlet, but mabrndt (who I wish had a name I could sremember) is correct and pointed out the authentic link to St Jerome, shown contemplating the fragility of life. His feast is celebrated on my birthday and he was given great honors in death (originally buried in Jerusalem then transfered to the Basilica of Mary Major).

The cereal posted by J Diego is interesting as are the crazy self portrait and the weird story, but I haven’t had any breakfast yet (only 1/2 grapefruit from my tree). Time to cut up and trim fruit for my Greek yogurt. Nothing with refined sugar, thanks!

Also on the Hamlet line:

“‘Old men have grey beards, their faces wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum? A plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams?’ Why, he was LYING to me! The book doesn’t say that at all!”

“These IKEA Instructions are Incomprehensible. I’d have Better Luck Creating Adam from a Lump of Clay.”

“Well, trying to create Woman from Man’s skull was a disaster. Next time I’ll just take a rib.”

Steve Melcher wondering how he lost his clothes.

Why doesn’t the “Middle Ages medical Encyclopedia” have anything for a “left side rash”?

“Hmmm….no cure for hair-loss here…”

“Hmmmm…. Team Edward, Team Jacob. As if the world revolved around vampires and werewolves. What’s Bella got against good old-fashioned cannibal head-hunters?”

An aside: I was watching the David Tennant Hamlet on DVD last night. They were using real skulls in the Graveyard Scene, but the seam where Yorick’s skull had been sawn open to remove the brain was visible (not obvious, but noticable in close-up; it wouldn’t have been a problem in a stage production). In some cases, a manufactured prop is more convincing than the real thing.

“Wow. The spell for removing the skull from my own head actually works. But it doesn’t tell me how to put it back…”

Santa Claus in his Night-Attire, Despairing over his List of the REALLY Naughty.

“Dammit, what’s the translation for ‘Golgotha’? It’s so close, like it’s at the tip of my fingers…”

I shudder to ask where he acquired that interesting paperweight.

“‘Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus’ won’t sell any books. I’ll need a pen name, something catchy and short. Harry… Jerry… ‘Jerome Saintfeld?’ Nahhh, too Jewish.”

XD! XD! XD!

“You should have seen the pathetic severed head of John the Baptist in the Dallas Opera’s presentation of Salome. They could at least have attempted to make it look like the actor’s face and hair.”

That’s too bad. If they didn’t have a severed head that matched the actor, they should have cast an actor who matched the severed head…

But there’s an old theatrical adage:You go onstage with the severed head you have, not with the severed head you wish you had.

I believe this originated with Donald Rumsfeld, when he directed a State Department production of Macbeth, early in the first Bush administration. Among the foreign luminaries in attendance was Rummy’s good friend (and staunch U.S. ally), the young Saddam Hussein. Said Mr. Hussein of the play “It was thought-provoking, really inspiring. Seriously, it gave me some great new ideas…”

“No, I’m a cerebral killer! I’ve always got my nose stuck in a book. And often someone else’s, too…”

“According to The Bone-Collector’s Price Guide, this skull is worth…only $350?!?? Dammit, so the jaw is missing, but other than that it’s practically mint!”

“Who was he? Oh, just some guy who disturbed me while I was trying to read. Why do you ask?”

“Do you really want to know what our overdue-book policy is at the Library of Alexandria? Let’s hope you never have to find out.”

“Sigh. Might as well face it. This book club is dead.”

“OK, right, so maybe it’s NOT as definitive as Gray’s Anatomy. But did Gray think to release a Pop-Up edition?”

“When they told me I’d be teaching ‘Bonehead English’ this semester, this REALLY wasn’t what I expected.”

“Oh, crap. You mean after all these years in Grad School, I’ll be leaving as a Doctor of Phrenology? Dad’s gonna kill me.”

“It says here that ‘Olympic sculling’ is rowboats?!? There goes my shot at a Gold Medal.”

Only work by this artist to appear, so far, in Mr. Melcher’s blog.