Since, after all, this is Halloween.
And, last year's costumes.
Wait until this year (trick-or-treat was postponed until Saturday). Enjoy. Be devilish. Technically, you only get one night a year;). ~Alice
|This pumpkin had no chance.|
|The one on the left is supposed to be a scarecrow, the middle is Lite-Brite Frakenstein, and the right is ghosts. Yeah, I know.|
|My little ghouls. |
Whatever lost ghosts flare,Until I return. ~Alice
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.
|So two owls walk into a bar...|
|Calgon, take me away ...|
|More about Rubin's book here.|
|The book is available here (some hard copies for a penny; yes, I said a penny!!).|
|Also available at Amazon.|
"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,Find the whole poem here.
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
|Apologies for the poor picture quality. Today is not my best day.|
|Smith's illustrations are reminiscent of Edward Gorey's (www.npr.org). |
The premise of the book? A little girl finds Abe Lincoln's ghost in the White House and updates him on the State of the Union. Weird, but intriguing. Find the book at NPR.
So, there's this vampire rabbit. And he sucks the juice out of carrots, celery stalks, you know. He gets adopted by a family that finds him in a movie theater (rabbits at the movies; kids will love it!). The cat realizes that the bunny sucks vegetables, thinks he's a threat to the family, and sets out to kill the rabbit (think Fatal Attraction for kids). Fun ensues. (Oh, yeah, and the family dog tells the story.)
|I can tell you now, quite honestly, that no babysitting gig of mine ever made me this happy.|
|Take a virtual tour of the Haunted Mansion here.|
|You'd be ready too if you were eight months pregnant at Disney in late August. Let's just say I was not "light in August" (hehehe).|
|If only I had the guts to actually get this tattoo;).|