Halloween

[spike]

This year the three of us will be the grannies from Bluey

Hahaha my kid is so into this too.

I saw a Bluey old granny at the Build a Bear last week. Might have to get it for her.

[Bammer]

Decorated the front porch today

[spike]

Decorated the front porch today

[LoathedVermin72]

My wife and I made a bunch of wooden tombstones for Hammer horror people this year. Definitely my favorite lawn display we've ever done.

We've also been to two haunts and a pumpkin patch. And we have some cemetery-based thing we're doing this weekend. Really fun October so far.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[LoathedVermin72]

LV what’s this cemetery based thing and why all the secrecy

My wife booked it so I don't really know lol

[spike]

they're digging up the remains of buffalo bill cody

[E.H. Ruddock]

We’ll be in Lerwick on Halloween Night and apparently they all walk around in some form of this hat:

Spoiler: show

[tommy]

We’ll be in Lerwick on Halloween Night and apparently they all walk around in some form of this hat:

Spoiler: show

Please don't get burned alive

[spike]

oh you're definitely getting sacrificed

[Monkey_Driven]

RIP Ruddo

[spike]

RIP Ruddo

at least he'll be embalmed and stuffed with hay so we can still visit him

unless they decide to wear his skin as part of a fertility ritual involving his widow, of course

[LoathedVermin72]

[bart]

yeah you’ve got to burn a sacrifice

[Higgs]

Is that actually Ruddo on fire there?!?

[spike]

He is a tall drink of gasoline.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Guys it will be fine. I'll just get one of those hats and wear them with the locals. I'll fit right in.

[Monkey_Driven]

Guys it will be fine. I'll just get one of those hats and wear them with the locals. I'll fit right in.

just don't wear it at a concert in the pit, no one wants to stand behind that

[blueviper]

we drove around Saturday night looking at Halloween decorations and the big theme this year seemed to be graveyards that take up the entire front yard. And not just tombstones, but the fencing and gate that leads into an old spooky cemetery. One even had smoke machines for that extra ambience.

This crap must have been hundreds, if not thousands of dollars.