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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 31, 2007 23:46:16 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 5, 2007 20:50:31 GMT -6
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Post by Siren on Nov 6, 2007 21:30:10 GMT -6
That was fun, Mia. Thanks!
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 6, 2007 22:58:16 GMT -6
You're very welcome.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 15, 2007 2:11:02 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Nov 15, 2007 7:06:38 GMT -6
Maybe I'm too ghoul shy after the car commercial, and all those Halloween e-mails I received. I prepare myself, anticipating what's coming, but then chicken out.
I started it, Joxie, but closed the window three seconds into the thing......not wanting spilled coffee all over my keyboard as I jumped out of my seat when some ghouly ghoul screamed in my face.
Maybe I'll save it for later when I'm sitting in the dark with only the glow of the screen to light the room, and everyone in the house is sleeping except the cats, so I can watch them hit the ceiling.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 16, 2007 0:08:42 GMT -6
Chicken!!!
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Post by Mini Mia on Jun 3, 2008 23:00:03 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 6, 2008 15:51:17 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Oct 1, 2008 4:52:55 GMT -6
It's the first of October....the beginning of the season of witches, ghouls, goblins, and all things scary.....to include zombies, of course.
To start off the season, here's one of my favorite Halloween-type songs from the king of zombies; the master of campy videos - Rob Zombie.
Living Dead Girl ~ Rob Zombie
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Post by Siren on Oct 2, 2008 8:04:21 GMT -6
Yesterday, I saw a little house already decorated for Halloween, right down to the fake spider webs on the shrubbery. I like folks who decorate for holidays and seasons. Good for them! I bet they have little kids who have been dying to get the decorations out. But at any rate, these days, particularly, you need something to distract you from the realities of life. Even if it's just enjoying the neighbor's decorations.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 4, 2008 6:08:59 GMT -6
The realities of life.....holiday celebrations are a nice diversion from them. I was just reminded of reality the other day when we called our pumpkin farmer to get pumpkins for the nursery. There were no pumpkins for me to hand-pick to sell this year; the farmer got sent to Iraq this past spring.
We got our pumpkins elsewhere - they came packed in a crate. No hand-picking the best ones; no conversations with the farmer and his wife while I sorted through their crop choosing each of the giant squash carefully, making sure they were free from blemishes and bruises. No seeing their pride when I tell them they have the best pumpkins around. This year's pumpkins at the nursery came without any personality involved. Sigh. I hope our regular pumpkin farmer is back next year safe and sound.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 10, 2008 23:47:28 GMT -6
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 10, 2008 23:51:29 GMT -6
Ah'ha, a Halloween thread seems an appropriate place for this, enjoy Jox.
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 10, 2008 23:54:16 GMT -6
Drat, I haven't got the correct Flash player, keep getting that message all the time, guess I better update.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 11, 2008 5:37:04 GMT -6
Hey, lookit me! I'm all dressed up for Halloween.
Oh, damn! I forgot my mask.
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Post by Siren on Oct 11, 2008 9:05:56 GMT -6
"just rolled out of bed" is, indeed, a costume, Gams. I've seen it at several parties. ;P
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Post by Phalon on Oct 20, 2008 20:45:47 GMT -6
This is a story from beyond the grave that I told around the campfire last week; the moon was full and the groans that followed the story where not from the not-so-dead and buried.
A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when behind him he hears:
BUMP... BUMP... BUMP...
Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...
Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him
FASTER...FASTER...
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...
He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping
clappity-BUMP... clappity-BUMP...clappity-BUMP...on his heels, the terrified man runs.
Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door, bumping and clapping toward him. The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!
Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...
and,
The coffin stops!
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Post by Phalon on Oct 20, 2008 20:47:55 GMT -6
And here's a bit of Halloween folklore. The Story of the Jack-o’-Lantern "A long time ago, an Irishman named Jack found himself face to face with the Devil while sipping whiskey at a local pub. Satan had come to claim Jack’s soul. But Jack, a con artist to the core, tricked the Devil into climbing a nearby tree on a dare. No sooner had the Dark Prince triumphantly reached the top branch, when Jack quickly pulled out a knife and carved a crucifix into the trunk, trapping the Devil in the tree. Jack escaped that night with his soul intake, but continued to live out the rest of his days as a trickster and a drunk. When he died at a ripe old age, Jack was turned away from Heaven’s gates for living such a dishonest and sinful life. So arriving at Hell’s flaming threshold, Jack found himself staring into Satan’s eyes once again. The devil fixed him with an evil glare and refused him entry into the fiery pit. Stranded in the blackness between Heaven and Hell, Jack begged the Devil for a candle to light his way. The Devil threw him a burning coal and turned his back on Jack forever. Jack place the ember in a carved out turnip, using it as a lantern as he wandered the netherworlds in anguish. The Jack-o-Lantern soon became the Irish symbol for a damned soul and was often placed in a window on Halloween to scare off evil spirits. When the Irish later immigrated to American, they began using pumpkins instead of turnips to make these superstitious lanterns, because pumpkins here were more plentiful.”
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 20, 2008 23:45:20 GMT -6
ooooh....the things you learn around here. COOL!
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 21, 2008 14:45:00 GMT -6
Too funny.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 24, 2008 21:50:22 GMT -6
LX and her best friend are throwing a Halloween Bash tomorrow night, complete with a band, and haunted house; they've been planning it for months. With work and vacation, I haven't really given much thought to a costume for myself, and being a chaperon at the bash, was informed I must have one. I'm working tomorrow, and have only an hour to get home, shower, get dressed, and over to LX's friend's before the party starts.
A nice easy, quick costume was in order. No black cats, (my first choice), I was informed - too cutesy; no witches - too common. Absolutely no pirates; LX is dressing as one, and in no way was she going to wear a costume similar to her Mom. But I was told by both party givers that since I am the Queen of Halloween, I need to come up with something spectacularly Halloweenish.
Pfft. All these stipulations, and HA! I came up with the perfect costume; Halloweenishly gruesome and embarrassingly Oh-my-god-what-is-my-mother-wearing! at the same time. What could be better?
You gotta guess what I am. Ready?
A white shirt with a ruffled collar covered in blood, over which I'm wearing a longish fitted coat in a sort of pirate style....or in the style of a certain Demon Barber. Black slacks and shoes. Pale white face with dark looks-like-I-haven't-slept-in-years eyes. Tell-tale white streak through my wild hair.
Over my shoulders, worn in the manner of a shawl is an authentic looking old fish net - the kind that was thrown out and in waters, and hauled in with fish ensnared in it. My shawl has fish too; brightly colored fish that I sewed in the net, foregoing my self-imposed banishment from using all sharp implements or anything that remotely resembles a needle and thread. Sigh. The sacrifices I make for my daughter.
Have you guessed yet?
I'm sure I've probably mentioned somewhere on the board LX and her friend's obsession with Johnny Depp; Pirates of the Caribbean and Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street they've seen about 42 billion and a half times - LX has all the DVDs and the soundtracks as well.
In Depp style, she's a pirate.....which leaves her other favorite character wide open for me to dress as:
<drumroll and groans>
Sweeney Cod.
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 25, 2008 18:37:08 GMT -6
You're gonna find it hard to top that one Lady P, but I have great confidence that you'll manage.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 26, 2008 22:07:01 GMT -6
The party was "fantabulous" last night, and even Hubs - who does not share "his girls'" love of Halloween - had to admit my Sweeney Cod costume was good; in LX's words when I walked into the party, "OH MY GOD; I didn't think you'd actually do it! But..... kewlJust as a-little-bit-scary, a whole-lotta-corny as Sweeney Cod, is this little Halloween video I found on YouTube. www.magicpen.net/scarecrow.html
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Post by Siren on Oct 30, 2008 23:26:32 GMT -6
Sweeney Cod - BOLL! Nice one, Gams. And I bet you that LX will always remember that.
I'm headed off to my sis' tomorrow for our annual Halloween dinner and movie-fest. I'm providing the carrot cupcakes. Lucky, there was too much batter for my muffin pan, so I got my own little cake to sample. It's good, and not too sweet. It'll be better w/ the cream cheese icing, though. I could eat that icing all by itself.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 31, 2008 4:36:12 GMT -6
After yesterday, I'd do better to switch costumes with LX - she can be Sweeney Cod, and I'll be the pirate.....with an eye-patch. I poked a yucca plant in my eye while at work, which is listed nowhere in the description of job hazards. (eye-roll) Ouch! Sheesh, I can't even manage a decent eye-roll right now.
A klutzy pirate with an eye-patch: Captain Klutz. Eye, thar Maties! Followed by: Argh! thar Maties.
Which reminds me of a joke I just now made up. (eye-roll) Ouch!
What does a pirate who loves fake Chinese food from a can say when asked, "What's for dinner?"
La-Choy thar, Maties!
Followed by groans from his crew, "Yo, Ho, and a bottle of Tums!"
(another eye-roll) Ouch!!!
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Post by Siren on Nov 2, 2008 10:22:11 GMT -6
Owwwww! Sorry to hear about your eye. Dang! I should make you walk the plank for those puns. You are merciless!
To quote an old Betty Boop cartoon in my collection: Wasn't that a swell party? Had a very good time at my sis' house for Halloween. She does love an occasion, and made the most of this one: little mini hamburgers, cheese dip w/ sausage, and Lil Smokies in bbq sauce. Yum, yum, yum! For dessert, she made Rice Crispies treats, and I brought carrot cupcakes w/ cream cheese icing.
Sadly, our well-remembered movie, "Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark" is one of those that's best just remembered. As adults, it wasn't scary at all, though it had some creepy little moments. But my BIL, who does love a good scare, got one in. He got up, pretending he was going to get a beer, sneaked out the back door, went around the house and crept up onto the porch. He got on his hands and knees and crawled up under the front window. Then he raised up, holding a pair of work gloves above his head as horns, and snarled at us, who lay about in the living room, nearly comatose from over-eating. Scared us all silly, much to his delight. He's like a little kid when it comes to Halloween!
I hope y'all had fun, and got lots of class-A candy.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 3, 2008 5:05:46 GMT -6
HA! Too funny. Your BIL and Hubs should get together; they are two of a kind in the 'scare-us-silly' department. 'Course, with Hubs, it doesn't have to be Halloween for him to act like a little kid!
Wait....that didn't quite come out right. (LMAO) But he does enjoy getting in a good scare, sneaking around corners, and jumping out when he thinks I'm not expecting it. And I have to admit - I'm an easy target; I'll jump and "eeeek" even if I know he's there; I just can't seem to help it.
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 4, 2008 21:48:46 GMT -6
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Post by Mini Mia on Jan 22, 2009 23:00:35 GMT -6
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