Monthly Archive for February, 2009

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Vote for Carrie White!

As I said last week, I’ve always had a crush on Carrie White from Brian De Palma’s movie adaptation of Stephen King’s masterpiece, Carrie.

I’m thinking that I can feel just a degree of how the “Vote for the Worst” guys must feel during the American Idol season. Except in my case I want you to vote for the most awesomely awful. You can show your support for your favorite monster (that’s me, naturally) and vote for dear Carrie over at AMC, where they are having a Supernatural Teen Tournament.

Vote for Carrie White

Vote for Carrie White

Home Sweet Leech Box

The blood-letter's letter box

The blood-letter's letter box

When I’m sick and down, there’s nothing I like better than a visit from the blood-letter. I know. I know. Many of you just can’t be reasoned with when it comes to science and refuse to have an open mind about modern medicine. But hey, for those of you who have pet leeches, what better way to transport them than this cute little 19th century pewter box? Nothing says “I wuv my wittle wuvey-dovey weechy-poo” better! It even says “LEECHES” on the side!

This box is part of the The Science and Art of Medicine gallery at London’s Science Museum in the UK.

Also fascinating to me is the Dotting Machine, which to me looks like a diabolical instrument that may have been used for purposes that the very mention of which would drive a normal man insane, but was used to test factory workers for accident-proneness.

I don't know how to use it, but I'd love to know!

I don't know how to use it, but I'd love to know!

Ophelia?!? What happened!

Ophelia? What happened!

Also worth a look are the multiple anatomy dolls. Here. Here. And Here. This isn’t all of them.

Many thanks to The Museum of Morbid Anatomy for the info and more photos.

Monday Monster Music: Artie Shaw

Artie Shaw and his Orchestra * Nightmare * 1938

Artie Shaw - 20 Best of Artie Shaw - Nightmare Get this song on iTunes.

The flying monkeys let our technician out for a minute and he snuck away into the light of day. Thanks for your patience during this difficult transition.
I ated Tinkerbell.

Fhtagn Spoken Here.

... the attic, a vast raftered length lighted only by small blinking windows in the gable ends, and filled with a massed wreckage of chests, chairs, and spinning-wheels which infinite years of deposit had shrouded and festooned into monstrous and hellish shapes.
The Shunned House
H.P. Lovecraft




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