Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
I wish I could blame more of you for more of this . . . but most of it is my fault.
Vampire slaying kit from 1890s
“Cased vampire killing kit, in a rosewood and ebony case with inlaid silver stringing and mother-of-pearl inlaid plaque. Contents include a black powder percussion 2-barrel pistol, a powder horn and bullet mold, bone handled dagger with crucifix, three small crucifixes, mallet and two wooden stakes, book of common prayer, two small framed portraits of Jesus, holy water and four glass vials with crystals.”
(from Dangerous Minds: thanks for sharing this on Facebook, Paula!)
Parsing the Uncanny
Why Poe’s Raven
(not to mention the tintinnabulations of those danged bells, bells, bells)
gets us every time.
Why did the Turduken Cross the Road?
To get away from the Cthulken:
I don’t blame it one bit.
The brainchild of Rusty Eulberg who hails from Lubbock, Texas (at least on this plane),
the Cthulken combines all the flavorful weirdness
of crab, turkey, octopus, bacon,
with just a soupçon of existential dread.
The story of its conception is here.
You may be thinking
(supposing you’ve recovered from the horror of imagining the carving)
that this is really more of a Thanksgiving random bit.
But forewarned is forearmed.
(photo borrowed from @damana, which is as far back as I was able to trace)
Earwoooorrrrrmmmmmzzzzz . . . .
I know I’ve shared this once or twice before,
But this song just won’t die . . . in my heart.
Aren’t these the most adorable zombies ever?
I mean, the benchmark’s pretty low, but still.
‘Cause they probably haven’t eaten all the good candy, yet.
Better go back to last weekend, just to make sure.
Another tender zombie love story,
from a Martian’s POV