This charming little video comes from one of my friends via the SWS facebook page (Thank you Christine!)
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This video has been making the blog rounds lately, with good reason. Every now and then (as often as possible) it’s worth stopping to appreciate the awe striking nature of the world’s simplest things.
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I think this song is absolutely gorgeous…
The closest people to me on this planet range from atheist to devoutly religious, to “quantumists” like me (who, without espousing organized religion or personified gods, believe that science and spirituality are one). We can ALL benefit from reminders of love and family, whether biological family, or the family we choose for ourselves.
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Christopher Lee has 276 film credits to his name, and at the age of 91 has just released his SECOND heavy metal Christmas treat (how was I remiss in posting the first one
when I went nuts over it last year?).
He has a new single “Jingle Hell” out on A HeavyMetal Christmas Too
This man is just remarkable. A perfect bellowing British voice, so awesome in his many roles. And metal records at 91!
His Christmas message talks about some projects and sends his best wishes.
BONUS: Christopher Lee reads The Nightmare Before Christmas
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It’s all about perspective.
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If you’re sick of sweet holiday cartoons (and heartwarming movies about Christmas dogs…what’s with all those?), check out the Salad Fingers 10th anniversary episode!
I even made a Hubert Cumberdale sock puppet a while back to commemorate a beloved character.
The end features the creepiest gift of all time.
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After an arduous trip back to LA to stay with family, and a bunch of medical appointments to get through this week, gravity decided to have some fun and drop a large bottle on my foot, breaking my big toe [edit: turns out I have a bad bone bruise, but no cracks!].
Off to the hospital for X-rays. How awesome is that for someone in my condition? Don’t be jealous, folks. We can’t all be this lucky.
Here’s a great song about bones, while I’m gone today.
Got any other bone tunes?
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Due to illness, it’s been well over a year since I’ve done any kind of crafty project. I miss crafting every single day! Although I’m not actually able to leave the house this Halloween, that’s no excuse not to try to make my own fun here!
My lovely cousin Alaine and I had a mini craft party so I could make an idea I had been pondering this past week: ATTACK OF THE KILLER TOMATOES SHIRT!
If you are not familiar with this fine film, it is a must-see for any B-movie fan.
So here’s my shirt. I could see people perusing the booths of horror conventions wearing a fine killer tomato face.
Here it is, stuffed with a pillow, looking all round and evil (I’m way too skinny to give it its rightful shape).
I found a random bottle of green hairspray in the house (jackpot, right?) so I thought I’d make my hair into tomato “vines.” This was a marvelous failure. I couldn’t get much color to actually come out of the bottle, so I ended up with splotchy green patches here and there, and a whole lot of compressed air shooting in my face.
Now look at the camera and say FAIL!
I also made a valiant, though completely unsuccessful, effort with the bathroom mirror to get a picture that showed me with the entire T-shirt. I couldn’t use flash due to the reflection, and without flash I couldn’t stay still enough to get a shot that wasn’t blurry enough to be considered bad conceptual art.
Oh well.
As you may remember from Rabid Mouse Attack, I really enjoy making cheap, cheesy horror costumes. Are you dressing up this year? Did you make a costume?
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My October tradition involves digging up all manner of nostalgic and/or spooky cartoons, TV shows, movies, etc. (from silent era to present) and watching these goodies every day of the month.
Today I give you a random treat bag of 80’s Halloween sitcom full episodes (Note: I have not watched them all yet, so I cannot say with conviction whether they are “totally tubular” or “grody to the max.”)
You Can’t Do That on Television
The Facts of Life
Mr. Belvedere
Charles in Charge
Newhart
The Cosby ShowPee Wee Herman on Letterman, 1983
Pee Wee Herman on Letterman, 1984And here’s a playlist of Roseanne Halloween episodes!
Anyone have links to others?
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On Thursday, one of the dearest people in my life passed away: my lovely grandmother (a fellow Pisces, lover of seashells and all-things ocean, hence the following pics (source)).
Our time together was plentiful, and filled with smiles, laughter, hugs and “I love yous.” I feel a deeper sense of history in her home than my own. It was, from my first sparks of conscious memory to present day, the coziest place in my world. I still long to visit the cookie drawer in the kitchen, take a warm seat beside her and watch the hypnotic movement of her knitting needles. As I grapple for the language to describe our incredible bond, it all falls short.
She saw a great light in me. She saw only light. Whether I walked into her house wearing chunky platform boots and outrageous gothic oddities, or sweatpants and no makeup, she would look at me and say “you’re so beautiful.” She blissfully marveled at every stage of my life, as if I were this brilliant, radiant being that would change the world. In her presence I felt that maybe, just maybe, I could.
My heart breaks for the limitations of my physical body at this time, my inability to get on a plane and fly home to my beloved family. But they know that my heart and soul are with them.
Gram, my spirit is swing dancing with you on the astral plane. Your sweet little black sheep loves you beyond words, now and forever.
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