Not a big deal BUT I made a Pandora station for the blogamabob. Still working on it, so don’t judge it too hard Judge Judgington. Click the post date to listen.
[Got a new camera! Let the hardly posting commence.]
I have a statue of a hobo-pirate-zombie-vampire.
Let that sink in for a moment. Then use this visualization for added effect:
Happy New Year! With that being said…
“Didn’t you say you were going to post more?” Shut up. “I thought you were doing Halloween Christmas!” Shut. Up. “Where’s the black Christmas tree?” SHUSH!
I had plans, I did. I also had good reasons for forgoing most of my intended to-do list, trust me. Ignoring H.N. wasn’t entirely intentional, but here’s the honest scoop, kids: The only camera I have right now is horrendous even in great lighting. Don’t believe me? There’s some great examples here. I was hoping to remedy this over the holidays but the funding just wasn’t there. So I’ve resorted to photo filters. It takes for-fucking-ever to render a single picture to JUST bad quality. So things are either slow-go or no-go until Febuary, the ladder being my preferred choice when fixing these damn pics. I’m still not dead, nor is Halloween Nerd.
I hope this makes you feel better. Though considering how many actually read this, by you, I mean me.
“You are awful at this. You didn’t even post on Halloween! Nothing. Not a picture, or a song, or, um, a picture. Just awful!”
Woah. Chillax. (Not to self: I hate that word, consider yourself warned.) I wanted to get more stuff up but quite honestly, I’m tired of just stuff. “Here’s a thing I bought, look at it. LOOK AT IT.” Bleh. I haven’t done a project since day one though. So I got a few projects together, and I’m working on the kinks. Kinks? Yes. This is my life, and if I actually got paid for project failures, well, someone else would be typing this up for me while I sat behind them eating lobster. Gold lobster. I’d share with them too, because I’m polite. Hopefully they don’t have a metal, shellfish, or metal shellfish allergy. Ummmmm, Oh yeah, projects. I has them. Posting will happen very soon.
Along with the projects, I’m having Halloween On Christmas. Super creative, right? This wasn’t actually my idea, my mister actually thought it up. Which means I finally get the black x-mas tree I’ve wanted for years now, with the exception of last year (I wanted to paint a tree like the TARDIS). Which for you, means that you’ll get to watch me try to mash-up these holidays as best as I can. And I’ll be (mostly) steering clear of The Nightmare Before Christmas, because ever since Disney realized how much of a potential goth market there was for it, they held a gun to its temple and made it do terrible, unspeakable things. Speaking of which, in all that marketing rapery, why the hell isn’t there a collectible head in a box?
So no, I haven’t disappeared. Believe me, it’s a positive as far as this blog is concerned. And if you find that head in a box, lemme know. But if you make that head in a box, you can keep it. Weirdo.
It’s almost Halloween and I’ve got 2 posts up this month. Damn I’m good at this… Moving on.
I found this at Wal-Mart and didn’t think twice about buying it. It was $5, and it looks creepy and amazing. If you too found it but chose not to buy it, you are a fool,and I too pity you.
I listen to quite a bit of Halloween-type online radio. I’ve done this pretty consistently the past couple of years because a couple stations started doing the “all-year” thing, which is great. Mostly. I understand that it’s a lot harder to keep things non-repetitious when maybe half a handful of songs come out in that genre yearly. I’m not exactly picky either. Kid’s songs, re-purposed Christmas music, and midi versions of horror movie theme songs are all fine in my book. What I can’t stand is music that literally has NOTHING AT ALL to do with the genre being thrown on by some jerk with a devil-may-care attitude. I decided to make a list of phony bologna Halloween songs. Agreeing is optional, arguing is futile.
Happy terrible photo of a picture I drew at work of Sam holding a calender that I’m posting at 11:38 at night, day!
I cannot stress upon you enough how serious I am about what I’m about to say, but I’m going to try by putting the next sentence in bold letters to emphasize how super-cereal I am (yep, “super-cereal”). The best Halloween CD ever is Haunted Horror Sounds. You may be able to argue that I didn’t physically say that, but you can’t argue that what I just said, or rather, typed, is a fact. At least with me you can’t. You can try, but it will only end in “because I said so”.
Ah, September. You used to be just another month that got in the way of last October becoming the next. Now you’re the month in which most well-known stores start making their Halloween merchandise available (excluding Dollar Tree, they’ve been on it for a month already).
It’s not exactly news, but I’m a bit of a collector. By collector, I mean I’m a hoarder that isn’t under the illusion that I “need” any of it. My Halloween amassment includes seasonal card stock & fabric, old costume pieces, and enough plastic skeletons to choke the entire student body at Miss Cackle’s Academy for Witches, to name a few things. Yet I keep buying.
As with most ridiculous hobbies, habits, and phobias, this fixation started when I was a kid and grew more ridiculous with age. Recently I found a small plastic bag with some Halloween flotsam in it. I figured I’d use it as filler if I needed to, until I remembered what it all was.
This bag-o-bits is the very beginning of my Halloween collection. I guess I felt that total strangers should see this stuff. I didn’t just want to throw pictures up here, so I typed some crap underneath them. Just so you know, I invested sentimental value in some odd junk as a kid. That hasn’t changed much, so I also included a couple of newer bits. My childhood needs to learn to share anyway.