After posting the last entry, I noticed that it was my 3,000th blog entry. Seemed fitting to dig up an old photo and scan it in color (since it appears on my Halloweens Past page in B&W).
The eyes of that ghost thingy were flashing with a slow strobe device. Looked like he was snapping photos with his peepers. And I wish someone said "Yo, spread some leaves or something." Look at the lame wood bases of the tombstones. Cripes.
Happy New Year to all.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Three Thousand And One
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The Devil's Kettle
...the river is split in two as it goes over the falls. The section on the right, lands at the base of the falls and continues downstream. The section on the left vanishes into a pothole known as the Devil's Kettle and noone knows where it goes. It is believed that the water makes its way out to Lake Superior by means of underground passages, but the exact details are unknown. They have thrown dyes and logs and other things into the pothole, but apparently nothing ever comes out. If you have ever worried about falling over a waterfall, imagine falling into the Devil's Kettle.
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Sorcières, Lutins, Fantômes Et Autres Croquemitaines
Illustrations by Erlé Ferronnière & Jean-Baptiste Monge.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Mall Santa
Soap, that is.
Characteristic Scent: The pervasive scent of cinnamon buns and cream cheese frosting, underscored with cheap whiskey, tobacco stains, toffee candies and delicious filthy lucre.
And a whole lot of manly man soap made from beer.
The Soap Box Company.
Worse Than Monsters
I did the bulk of my trick-or-treating in the late seventies and early eighties. I can remember pre-Halloween horror stories of older kids that roamed the night of the 31st stealing trick or treat bags from little kids. The bad kids. Teens. Don't know if that was just an urban legend or a modern ghost story, because I never knew anyone that actually met that fate... but I do know that I spent a decent amount of time wondering about it as a kid.
It reminded me of the irrational fear we all had as kids of Devil Worshippers. Abandoned houses and old fire pits in the woods and the urban ruins of an old mental hospital - don't go there at night, Devil Worshippers hang out there and do horrible things to small animals. And if they catch you there, forget about it. Black robes will be the last thing you see.
Image source.
Of course those were the days when most young kids, at least in my mind, went out on Halloween night parent-less. Just you and a few friends. And throughout the year, we'd always be alone in the local wooded areas and abandoned industrial parks. Riding our bikes insanely far from home.
And it seemed like my mother's biggest fear was if we'd be late for dinner.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Now Playing: Buckaroo Banzai
Old bootlegged score by Michael Boddicker for the wonderful film The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension.
Click below to see the end credits.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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