Making Hallowe'en.

Hello pubgoers!

I certainly hope you've all had a nice Sunday relaxing, staying cool, and hopefully reading a Bradbury tale or two in honor of the man's 90th.

This evening I've been listening to some audiobooks, stories of Bradbury read by the one and only Leonard Nimoy.

And I figured while I was doing that, I ought to catch up on some Hallowe'en work that had been put on the backburner while I was enjoying family time last week.

So, without further ado (but with modeling compounds, acrylics, hot glue and wig heads) I give you a few Poe-fixins™ .

From The Masque of the Red Death:
"Blood was its avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood... the scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men."

"His vesture was dabbled in blood -- and his broad brow, with all the 

features of his face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror."

Yes, his eyes may seem too bright and alive at the moment, but I can make them dull and bloodshot. On the other hand, having them be that vivid might be best under a hood and in dim light. Hhhmmm...

And from The Black Cat:

"I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain."

Come the Big Night, she'll be behind a half-torn brick wall with a one-eyed black cat named Pluto on her shoulder, that dark gash occupied by an axe -- that is, unless I find the whole image to be a little too horrific for the kids...

Nah, who'm I fooling? The Dawn of the Dead zombies of '08 were no less horrific, and what the hell -- it's Poe and it's Hallowe'en night!

DDSPoe!