Delightful-looking Halloween party food made from roasted cabbage, onions, apples, and fennel, then topped with a Maple Dijon Dressing.
Thursday, August 24, 2023
Ghoul At Heart: BrainSlaw
Friday, July 21, 2023
Friday, September 2, 2022
A Little Off The Top
The cerebrum is the part of the brain that receives and processes conscious sensation, generates thought, and controls conscious activity. It is the uppermost and largest part of the brain and is divided into left and right hemispheres, which are joined by and communicated through the corpus callosum.
Saturday, May 21, 2022
Night Of A Thousand Corpses
Man, there's so much here. A Hell Hole with a sign saying as much (Hell's always open; even on Christmas). A guillotine where the executioner paints 'Happy Halloween' with the latest victim's blood (assumption: I'd hate to have my head chopped off with a blade that still had some other person's blood on it). Floating eyeballs.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
The Modern Prometheus
Darkness had no effect upon my fancy, and
a churchyard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of
life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become
food for the worm. Now I was led to examine the cause and progress of
this decay and forced to spend days and nights in vaults and
charnel-houses. My attention was fixed upon every object the most
insupportable to the delicacy of the human feelings. I saw how the
fine form of man was degraded and wasted; I beheld the corruption of
death succeed to the blooming cheek of life; I saw how the worm
inherited the wonders of the eye and brain. I paused, examining and
analysing all the minutiae of causation, as exemplified in the change
from life to death, and death to life, until from the midst of this
darkness a sudden light broke in upon me—a light so brilliant and
wondrous, yet so simple, that while I became dizzy with the immensity
of the prospect which it illustrated, I was surprised that among so
many men of genius who had directed their inquiries towards the same
science, that I alone should be reserved to discover so astonishing a
secret.
Mary Shelley






















