Sunday, October 14, 2018

Magic 8th Ball

This small ball is to celebrate Holly's Horrorland turning 8!

First, have a piece of birthday cake:

Then go here to magically make yourself Funko Pop size,
send me the picture to post and be entered to win a prize!

[You can take a screen cap instead of registering to save your picture.]

The winner of the prize will be picked randomly next Sunday.
It's a $20 Hot Topic gift card, which you can use to get this cereal:


Now let's get the ball rolling with this song featuring Elvira:


Queen Holly Ween (My alter ego)

Ladan Soodmand

Christopher M. Quinn

Jason Durham

Monday, October 1, 2018

The Widow's Song

Listen to The Birthday Massacre's Pins and Needles album here.

The cover art is by My Pet Skeleton. I love it and this pin here:

That widow reminds me of a poem by Paul Verlaine,
which he later turned into lyrics for Ernest Chausson.

They're both in French. Here's the English translations:

O Hearken To The Gentle Lay

O hearken to the gentle lay,
That only weeps that it may please; 
Discreet it is, and faint as breeze
That ripples o'er the moss in May.
The voice was known to you (and dear?),
But now the singer hides her face,
A widow veiled in desolate lace,
Yet haughtily her grief doth bear.
And in the long folds of her veil
Which flutters on the autumn breeze,
The wondering heart, adoring, sees
Truth, like a star, now gleam, now pale.
It says, this voice you know again,
That only goodness is our life,
And that of hate and envious strife.
When death is come naught shall remain.
It tells the vast felicity
Of simple hearts that true love mates,
The tender happiness that waits
In peace unwon by victory.
O welcome the sweet voice, whose glad
And artless wedding song returns.
Go; naught so soothes the soul that burns
Than making other souls less sad.
They are but fleeting pains that flay
The soul that suffers without wrath,
And sure, undoubting, is its path!
. . . O hearken the sagacious lay.

[Note: Lay is an old word for song.]

The Very Sweet Song

Hear the very sweet song,
Which cries only to please you.
It is discreet, it is happy:
A shiver of water on some moss.
The voice was known and dear to you,
But now it is veiled,
Like a desolate widow
But still as proud as she
And in the long folds of her veil,
Which palpitates with the autumn breezes
Hides and shows the surprised heart
The truth like a star.
It said, the voice recognized
That goodness is our life
The of hate and envy
Nothing remains, once death has come.
Welcome the voice that persists in its naive nuptial song
Go on, nothing is better for the soul
Than to make a soul less sad.
The soul which suffers without anger is in pain and in passing
And since its moral is clear
. . . Listen to the very wise song.

Monday, September 24, 2018

A toast to Jordy Verrill

I'm sorry Father Nate and I were late for Stephen King's birthday bash here.
I'm also sorry he stole the cake.
He's first in Amok Time's line of Creepshow (1982) figures sold here.

Their figure of Jordy Verrill (Stephen King) isn't made yet.
But you can get this custom figure of him covered in "meteor shit" here:


You can also get this model of his house covered in "meteor shit" here:


And you can be him for Halloween in this hoodie here:


I toast the poor lunkhead's ghost with this Meteor Shit cocktail:
Get the recipe here!

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Specters spotted at Kirkland's

My sister Ladan, who toasted ghosts here, spotted these at Kirkland's:

You can get them on their site here!

I'm bummed this bored skeleton statue is sold out there:

 Send me photos of specters spotted in stores and I'll share them.

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

A toast to Casper

Casper: 1992 - 2011

For nearly two decades, I had a cat named Casper. He was also my best friend.
We shared a lifetime of precious memories. But when he reached the last year of his life, things took a turn for the worse. He was frail and skinny. He started having seizures. Had at least 15. I was too scared to sleep or to leave his side. But eventually my little buddy couldn't go on any longer and he passed where he spent most of his time, on the end of my bed, on a nice comfy blanket. A part of me died that day. I mourned him for many years. I was dead set on never getting another cat. But one day I met a silly little rascal that caught my eye. So I took him in and adopted him. His name is Zero. He is my little buddy.
I will never forget Casper and Zero will never be a replacement. But it was time to move on and begin a new chapter in my life...






This post was written by my boyfriend Jonathan for Spectember.

Is your heart haunted by a furry friend? Submit a toast to them.

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Spectember Invitation from Paperless Post


Submit ghost toasts (tributes to the dearly departed, real or fictional)
to blacklacewings85@aol.com and I'll post them here all month.


It was fun and easy to create that digital invitation on Paperless Post.
The only hard part was picking one of their 123 Halloween invitations.
They also have digital cards, flyers, and invitations for other occasions.
Some are free, some cost digital coins. They start you with 25 coins.

You get to customize the envelope and pick a stamp to put on it too.
So even though it's a digital card, it looks just like the real deal.
As you can see:


Comment with your email address for a personal invitation.
So you can get the full experience.

Monday, August 6, 2018

Friends Til The End

That's the title of this awesome Chucky portrait by Living Dead Girl Nicole:


See her giving the original to Brad Dourif here!

I won a print of it and her Tiffany portrait in a Wishmasters Project auction.

"Barbie... Eat Your Heart Out"

You can buy both in her shop here!

Since yesterday was National Doll Day and Friendship Day,
I thought it was the perfect time to share them and this song:



It reminds me of Chucky & Tiffany and my boyfriend Jonathan & I.
We've broken up several times in our near 13 years of friendship,
but we always get back together. Our love is forever.


He's my kind of angel. I must share that song too:



"Love and music kill me, but I wanna drown in them both"