Some neat finds at HomeGoods this weekend. Picked up another pumpkin, some candy, Halloween hand towels, and a Yankee Pumpkin Patch jar candle. It was great because the Halloween items were spread throughout the store so you had to seek them out.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Home Goods
Bog Man Country
Drove by the site of the Bog Man photo shoot today, so I got out and snapped this pic.
Now Playing: Terra Sancta
Rainy Sunday music. This is the album I played all season long back when I was building the Ghost Dead and Bog Man.
Workshop music. I think my Cloaked Ghost came out of this album.
Their myspace.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Pottery Barn
You know you have Halloween poisoning when you see a banner like this and feel the need to post it in a blog entry.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Night Riding
My parents are pretty active people. All my life I can remember them jogging, swimming, bike-riding, dancing in contests. I remember my mother jogging around the local high school since it had a large parking lot which surrounded the entire building. Tons of trees, a soccer field, a baseball field, and a softball field made it a pretty nice location to do anything. I remember we spent a lot of time around there as kids. An endless supply of bugs, some snakes, and the occasional dollar bill stuck to the perimeter fence among dried leaves made it a gold mind. I found a twenty dollar bill once. That was like finding a thousand bucks.
My mother would go jogging at night sometimes. It made her feel safer if my brother and I would ride our bikes around with her. Jack the Ripper hates nine year old kids I guess. I remember one night in particular. It was really moist and foggy and my mother decided to extend the laps and jog around the grade school which was about a block away (connected by more parking lots). As we came around the bend on one side of the grade school, we saw a man standing alone in the field next to the school. He was facing us, motionless. We all kept our cool, but it was really unnerving. I'm thinking my mother was telling herself that her sons would keep her safe and we were thinking our mother would keep us safe. As she jogged around the building, we lost sight of him. As we came around the other side of the school, the guy was ON THAT SIDE OF THE FIELD facing us. It was a pretty good distance so he had to have moved very quickly the moment we passed out of his view. But there he was, facing us. Closer than before. The night was so quiet and my mother's sneakers hitting the blacktop were making soft tapping sounds. Man, we were scared. I think my mother said something like "Just keep moving....just keep moving..." He just stood there. Watching us as we got further and further away.
When we lost sight of him back at the high school, my mother suddenly yells "HERE HE COMES!" I remember shooting off like a squid in the water. Pedaling so damn fast. My brother too. Crazy fast. My mother lost in the dust and fog, and laughing. She was joking with her terrified sons.
This is TOTALLY what he looked like.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Curious Sofa
Dang. This is my kind of store. They go insane during the Halloween season.
Be sure to scroll down to see a bunch of other pics on their blog.
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And I MUST find out where these are from.
Bog Man
Neat to find this photo on flickr while searching for scarecrows. That long stick growing out of his temple snapped off while bringing him home.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Giger
A pdf issue of Cinefantastique magazine (1988) devoted to Hans Rudi Giger.
The mother of all movie props.
More on the Space Jockey.
Lanterns
Can't say enough about housing candles in lanterns of the non-pumpkin variety. Seems like a sacrilegious concept, but they sure look neat in photos and add a ton of atmosphere.
Image source.
And it doesn't have to cost a lot of money - I've seen neat lanterns in Walgreens for around $5.00. Old narrow jars with the labels removed would be great for tea lights. Spanish Olive jars tend to be narrow and tall.
And then there's always high-end lanterns.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Flesh
All of them had open mouths. Theirs was a perpetual screaming. They were dead and they knew it. In every raw fiber and evaporated organ they knew it. She stood listening to them scream. They say dogs hear sounds humans never hear, sounds so many decibels higher than normal hearing that they seem nonexistent. The corridor swarmed with screams. Screams poured from terror-yawned lips and dry tongues, screams you couldn't hear because they were so high.
The Next In Line, Ray Bradbury
Image source.
Pizza
Growing up in a suburban area packed with row homes, apartments, and strip malls meant a windfall of candy every Halloween night, and a slice of pizza. At the end of our night of trick-or-treating, we'd walk a couple of blocks to a shopping area with a pizza shop at the end of the long row of shops. Each Halloween, they gave out free slices of pizza. That's a pretty cool thing to do. One year, as we got down there, my brother's Pope costume got the attention of some older kid dressed as a police officer. Gun pulled, he started yelling "It's the pope! Let him through! Let him through!" My brother in his cardboard mitre got an escort and a lot of attention, and a fat slice of pizza. All I got was pizza.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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