Midnight Confessions

Whew! That's another Hallowe'en over and done with! Time to post my after-holiday Hallowe'en wrap-up... what's this? Looks like PJ was just using the computer... he's left his email up. Hmmm....

'Thank you for opening a MyDemonSpace account?'

'You've placed the winning bid on edemon.com?'

'Here's the latest news from 365Demon?'

'Pazuzu666 has listed you as a friend?'

'Special offer only for members of the Nancy Grace Fan Club!?!'

Oh my gosh! I wonder if all those things people have been saying about PJ could be true?

Oh! Um, hey! Hi! Hi there! I was just... that is... I was... I mean. I wasn't snooping through your emails if that's what you think. I mean they were right there in front of me and I... maybe I noticed a couple of them, but... um...

Look. I've got something I want to ask you and, well I'm just gonna come right out and ask it.

Are you... are you by any chance...

Are you a demon?

Oh, man! I can't believe it! And after I've spent this past month defending you to all those people... how could you go and lie to me like that?

'...Inadvertently given you information?' That day in the thrift store when we met I specifically asked you if you were a demon and you said 'Jeepers, no!'

You lied. Well, that's just great. And after I told you that my landlady asked me not to keep any more than two demons in the house at a time!

Well, you have me on that one. Still, she lives right up the street. What if she Alice Kravitz around the place and spots you? I just moved a couple months ago, I don't want to have to go through all that again!

That was you? They blamed the neighbor's dog for that!

'Ooopsie' is right. They put Fluffernutter to sleep, you know.

That was nice of you, I suppose.

So...

What kind of demon are you, exactly?

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Hallowe'en Surprise

I've been waiting ever since kindergarten for the internet to come along and validate my pack rat tendencies.

Pumpkin Carving Time!

It's Pumpkin Carving Time!!!



Cutty-cut-cut-cut...

La-dee-da-dee-dum!



Scoopin' out the punkin guts is my most favoritest part!

Scoopity-scoop-scoop-scoop!





Wait a minute... that's not punkin guts...

What the-!?!

Happy Hallowe'en From Franken Pig!

I know, I know, I know... it should really be Franken Swine. I've already wrote the manufacturers, don't worry. But even with his problematic name, he's still the cutest damn thing I've seen in just about forever!

He's Got The Look

"And now coming to you live from the Patricia Routledge Pavilion in Merseyside it's the ultimate Hallowe'en Staredown Grudge Match!"

"In this corner, defending not only his championship belt but also the honor of his family (and they are legion) name..."

"...Plastic Jack!!!!"

"And in the far corner... accused of besmirching the character and quality craftsmanship of Mr. Jack with cheap paper knock-offs..."

"...Freaky-Ass-Naked-Fleshy-Feathery-Nipple-Eyed-Conjoined-Chicken-Man-Thing-Creature-Beast-In-Pixie-Boots!!!"

"Um..."

"Gentleman.... begin staring!"

"Does anyone else smell burning feathers?"

"THE WINNAH!!!"

Yesterday's Paper

Just a few random paper decorations from my childhood-

This black cat was one of the first Hallowe'en decorations my mother bought on the first Hallowe'en after she and my father 'set up housekeeping' as the kids call it today.

This poor little paper decoration has suffered much abuse in its lifetime... for some reason I always chose this one to stick in one of our front windows. I estimate that it has seen at least 300 days worth of direct sunshine over the years. It's a miracle that there is any color left to it at all. It's a Hallowe'en miracle.

The witch on the left used to remind me of Lorraine Newman when I was a kid, which is sort of a funny person for a little kid to be reminded of except that I always loved the Coneheads.

This skull always got chosen for the spot of honor... the wall overlooking my bed.












My favorite of the batch. A work of art from the wonderful Beistle company. Her cauldron is a tissue paper honeycomb that opens up from the other side and which use to sit upon a ring of paper flames which was lost long ago. She never would stay standing up after we lost that ring of fire and in all the years of her toppling over on our living room coffee table no one ever thought to jury-rig a new paper flame of any sort.