There was at Auburn an old, abandoned cemetery. It was nearly in the heart of the town, yet by night it was as gruesome a place as the most dismal of human moods could crave. The railings about the plots were prostrate, decayed, or altogether gone. Many of the graves were sunken, from others grew sturdy pines, whose roots had committed unspeakable sin.
Ambrose Bierce
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Monday, August 15, 2011
The Realm Of The Unreal
Feeney's Halloween 2011
Hit up a favorite store yesterday - Feeney's.
Always an incredible display of decorations.
feeneys.com
Sunday, August 14, 2011
The Wicksboro Incident
We found this while flipping through the horror section of On-Demand movies tonight.
Absolutely fantastic film. In the world of low-budget, this is way WAY at the top.
Intriguing, tense, and truly chilling.
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Home Goods 2011: A Different Store
Hit up another Home Goods. Presentation is everything.
So many great decorations in this one.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Home Goods Halloween 2011
Looks like they were still putting Halloween items on the shelves, so I'll be checking back to see if anything else is added. A little underwhelmed with this year's offerings compared to last year's, but I picked up a couple of cool things.
New owl and ceramic jacko.
The Shape Lives
An hour ago I stood up and fired six shots into him and he just got up and walked away. I am talking about the real possibility that he is still out there!
Taken at a party supply store today.
Halloween Scotch
Orangerie is made from smooth, sweet Scotch whisky infused with the hand-zested peel of Navalino oranges and subtle accents of Indonesia cassia bark and Sri Lankan cloves.
Picked this up today and absolutely LOVE it.
I'd also highly recommend their Peat Monster.
compassboxwhisky.com
Now Watching: Secret Space Program
I called Curtis LeMay and I said, "General, I know we have a room at Wright-Patterson where you put all this secret stuff. Could I go in there?" I’ve never heard General LeMay get mad, but he got madder than hell at me, cussed me out, and said, "Don’t ever ask me that question again!"
Senator Barry Goldwater
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6 Must Die
I don't believe in luck, good or bad. I don't believe in anything much. Something did happen once. My father was a fisherman. He ran a trawler out of Whitley Reef. One night, late, he was coming back in. He was out beyond the reef, out near Spivey Point. He looked to windward and saw a brig under shortsail, heading right for him. And he radioed, there was no reply. Nothing moved on deck, but she held her course. My dad and two of his hands, they boarded the brig, the Risa Jane. No one was on board. There was food on the table, and a hot, steaming cup of coffee. But underneath, the tin cup was rusted to the table. And then something caught my father's eye. It was a gold doubloon, minted in Spain, 1867. My dad picked up the coin, put it in the breast pocket of his jacket, and zippered it up. He came home, told us the story, and unzippered the pocket to give me the coin. It was gone.
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