Putting The Fun In

Took this on the weekend. Also got some nice shots of the funeral parlour, hopefully I'll get to upload them sometime this week.

Putting The Fun In

Explosive

Looking for some nice x-rays of horrific injuries? Check out radiologist Surfactant's flickr stream, which includes gunshot wounds, things where they really don't belong (shotglass, anyone?), and my personal favourite, Hand Trauma, which you see above, where a homemade explosive exploded before it was thrown.

There's also some neat pictures of shells and other objects that are worth checking out.

Via wasteofbaco.

Christmas Creepy

merry xmas

Christmas Cute

Must make some cookies again this year. Although my tree-cookies aren't nearly this cute.

snow globe christmas cookies

Burning The Christmas Tree

It's such a shame we have a fake tree.

burning the christmas tree

Innards/Progression

I think it's fairly safe to say that I enjoy taking photos from this perspective. It's pretty cool though, you can see the changes taking place, from the raggedy beginnings to smoothed out edges to the final coat of paint.

Pumpkin Teeth, Eyes & Blood, at Flickr.
(Eyes is my favourite. Just the colours.)

Work In Progress

And only two weeks overdue. I was going to get all of the papier mache on the vines done last night. Was. That was before I discovered a spider inhabiting the support pole under the vine and had a little freak out. It's dead now but I had trouble working to the same efficiency knowing I'd almost touched a spider. Yes, I know, it's a tad girly but it was either a funnel web (very bad) or a house spider (not so bad). There's a nice spider chart here telling you just how hurtie the spiders will be. Don't click on it if spiders freak you out, the pictures, while obviously drawn rather than photographs, move.
But moving away from spiders, once I've got the last of the mache done all that remains is a coat of varnish and then paint. It is shall live! -evil cackle-

-From now on this post will be about mind-numbingly mundane details of my life, so turn back now if you wish. Don't say I didn't warn you.-

Sadly The Gardener is turning into one of those things that I could've had done in a week had I not have had so much else to do. I've probably mentioned this on twitter several times, but the last week in October is for me not only the week before Halloween (and therefore the most exciting), but also the last week for school work submissions for the year (therefore the most nerve-wracking). The logical, "let's get straight A's and go to University" side of me says I should put off everything else and study. The rest of me though, is screaming Halloween. Because I don't really want to go to University, and well, I like Halloween more than I like writing essays about feminism in Ancient Greece, the changing status of artists from the Middle Ages to today, and knowing the formulas on how to find the angles and side lengths of triangles given only one length and one angle.

Ultimately I've chosen to do both. I finished and submitted my math assignment a few days ago. The Gardener is both for Halloween and for school. I got back my mark for my feminism essay last night (I did shockingly well). I spend most nights sewing my costume instead of doing revision and on Wednesday I finished my last compulsory day of sound and lighting tech classes. It's a strange feeling, to be honest. A lot of things have been done, and yet there's still a lot left to do. So I made a list. And another one. And then one more. Then I made a chart of the days leading to Halloween/end of school and filled in when they had to be done. I'm a nerd. I know. These are two of the lists:

Orange note pads make me happy. But the point of this post (there was one, honest) was to ask how the hell you guys do it, those of you who have such large haunts. I have enough trouble with just my modest decor-plans.

Stealing From The Past

Old photos are awesome. I, personally, have a thing for pictures of train wrecks back in the days of steam-powered trains. If you search youtube hard enough you'll find a video of a series of train wreck photos set to an instrumental guitar track. It may or may not be mine. -cough-
But back to topic. Searching flickr a few days ago I came across the Powerhouse Museum photo sets. The Powerhouse Museum is an Australian museum, meaning it's not really that old and there's not that much history, speaking from an apathetic history student's point of view. They do however, have a lot of really nice black and white photos. Like the skeleton above.
All their images (so far as I can tell) have no known copyrights, which is handy, and have incredibly wonderful quality. Take the time to look through the sets, especially the thematic groupings. There be collections of photos of ships, costumes, caves, and my personal favourite, railway, among others.

But to the reason I was looking for old black and white photos to begin with. As this year's Halloween party is a split operation between my friends and I, we wanted to create a photo of us in an the style of these old photos. An imitation, one might say. It's not going to be something that everyone will notice, just a photo sitting on a shelf with three girls who look quite a bit like the people at the party.

So go check them out. Idol Worship returns tomorrow. (I've decided to space out my fan-girling with a vague attempt at normalcy).

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Now playing: The Matches - Between Halloweens
via FoxyTunes

Page Four.

The 'That Night,' series is now complete. Check it out here.

Poker.

Blackout

My imitation of Pumpkinrot's witch jars. His are better (of course), but I'm quite fond of the one of the far left. It's so cute and little.

We had some strong storms a few days ago and the power went out. My brother and I played Uno by witch-light.

Blackout

Also, a shoutout to My Ghoul Friday who is hopefully resting up right now for her weekend at Festival of Fear. Thank you for the lovely comments. They're much appreciated.

Forked

The second in the 'That Night, A Forest Grew.' series.
Which from now on I'll refer to as the 'That Night' series. Because I like it better that way.

Imitation and That Light Blub Moment

About a month ago Pumkinrot posted about his Witch Jars. Today I finally got around to making two. They're not nearly as impressive thanks largely to my incompetence in judging colours. A cool red plus black equals a deep wine colour. You'd think that seeing as colour theory is taught the first lesson of every art class I've ever taken that I would have learnt this. But apparently not. I choose to blame my being taught lighting colour theory for this mistake. The wine colour is passable for blood, but it irritates me, so I'll probably go and re-do it later on. Pictures will follow.

My friend and I were talking (post witch-jar creation) about what we were going to do about making my built-after-the-year-2000 house look like it was old enough to have a history that didn't involve a building accident. And then it dawned on us that if we just didn't turn any of the lights on, we'd be in with a fighting chance. So we're going to tape over all the light switches, cover everything with dust sheets and use only candles and torches for lighting. If it works in the movies, it'll work for us.
We hope.

Photo from here

Skeleton Me

(Source)

I'd forgotten about this little guy.

Page One.

Page One., originally uploaded by The Cadaver.

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

And it worked. I've been playing around with settings and things and made myself a Flickr account to host all my photos. From now on it should send new photos here on request.