Halloween extravaganza

Magic Carpet Burn had made my damn(ed) Halloween several times over. But this old Brach's candy ad, so long ago & so familiar, takes the candy corn prize.

With a Whedonverse proviso, I'm also down with bruddah Nosferatu over at Paco Camino.

Happy Halloween, y'all.

pattern recognition

Slogan at The Boat Lullabies must be: party like it's 1945.

As one can [not-so] plainly hear, that earlier & greatest of Pepsi generations knew how to take a belt (or two or three) and in turn belt it on out, out, out, out, out . . .

All part of what looks to be a cool collection to come.

Meanwhile, if you're planning to dress as Sherlock or Watson, may want to check out this bit of arcana at PCL LinkDump.

gettin' in the spirit

Those Francophone biker-baker luchadores are at it again. A blindfolded esper is just one of several great pages from the Magician directory.

With a eye to disease & contagion, Day Of The Woman picks the top 11 Sickest Flicks (literally).

Allegory of Allergies presents the very thing for your local Haunted House.

And now, ladies & gentlemen, a holiday message from The Shaggs.

Vic Mizzy, musical mastermind

What do you say about a composer who wrote the theme to Green Acres *and* the music for The Ghost and Mr. Chicken?

Frankly, I dunno. The dude rocked our worlds with bass harmonicas and fuzztone guitar motifs and now he's gone.

But Magic Carpet Burn takes a step in the right direction with the aforementioned primo Don Knotts comedy.

Around 8:38, dig the creepiest organ music ever . . . (thanks, Vic)


courtesy DonKnottsFan

and now the laughter starts

Yet another cool blog populating my imploding Google Reader is And Now The Screaming Starts. Riffing on Poe and invoking Jung is only the start of the fun in the latest entry.

FABULON is taking a hiatus, but there's always plenty to catch up on there for the ironically minded.

Meanwhile, Magic Carpet Burn presents all sorts of fun greasy kid stuff like old how-to articles on making oneself up as a ghoul or a Martian. Halloween is just around the corner.

Poes over bros

And Now the Screaming Starts posts about The New Yorker's recent ruminations regarding one Edgar Allan Poe. And various fictional ones spawned thereafter.

Meanwhile, downstream from Richmond, there's skulduggery on the James.

Kinda an ub' thing again, but it seems not once but twice that one mandated Jamestown Ferry security dude or another (perhaps lacking the masonry skills to wall folks up in wine cellars) tried to poison a coworker.

Not cool . . .

In case it all reads like something penned by a lesser Poe, here's the text from the Smithfield Times:

Instead it’s been the security guards themselves that have committed the most serious offenses.
In 2004, a security guard put cleaning solution in a co-workers drink in an attempt at poisoning, according to media reports.
A second case occurred in 2006, when another security guard put hand sanitizer in a co-workers drink.
Both guards were arrested and charged with attempting to poison, a felony.

Evidently, when offered the milk of human kindness, one should run a tox screen.

holding on to Halloween

Here's a jaunty Halloween tune from the Boat Lullabies.

One can venture into the Bridgewater Triangle . . .



Or hang with Spiderman and such.

assaulted, a-peppered and a-roasted

Here's a bit of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (courtesy spazchop), a TV movie circa 1980 starring Jeff Goldblum as Ichabod Crane, Meg Foster as Katrina Van Tassel, the very cool Laura Campbell as the self-possessed Thelma, and John Sylvester White as the exceedingly loopy Fritz Vanderhoof.

Indeed, the best thing about this adaptation is the cast of off-kilter characters. Worth catching the other segments.

Here's a later one featuring Thelma and Katrina joining forces and a visitation by the late Winthrop Palmer ("They killed me, you fool . . ." @ 8:12):

half melted candy corn for the ears

Halloween selections vol.1 and vol.2 at audiokayness.

Where ghosts bustle or lounge about, drink 'shine & play Misty for us.

Or where things are too goofy, too loopy or unhinged not to wear a foil hat.