Entries Tagged as 'Monsters'

Grumble 2.0

Grumble 2.0This newly completed, next generation Grumble critter sports several design improvements over his predecessor which include an inspection hatch for the electrics, and zero chicken wire. In addition to being much lighter than the original Grumble, a removable noggin and built-in stand round out what has been a great revisit to this project.

But, now that it’s time to box him up and send him to the nice lady who paid in advance, I’m getting that sad “walking the foster dog to his new home” feeling. Grumble (there can really only be one) isn’t as sentimental about it. Every so often you’ll hear him out in the garage. “Hey, Tater! . . . Happy trails, Tater!”

No idea why he calls him Tater.

Long fingersDetachable NogginInspection HatchInside a Grumble Head

Don't call me TaterJagged GrinGlowGrumble V2.0

Embroiled in Gargoyles

GARGOYLE – Noun: A water spout.”
Hmph. Ever been bitten by a water spout?

Here there be monsters

And they be yucky.

February Ghosts & An Itch

Minion Scott McCarty sent us these pics some time back, and I’ve been saving them. How better to brighten a cold February day, and take one’s mind off of other things, than with the wicked creativity of our haunt f(r)iend Scott?

In other news, your old pal Spook has been ruminating the possibility of teaching a class on (psychotic) paper mache for our local parks department. Mrs. Spookyblue and I enjoyed teaching a digital photography class for them some years back, and the itch never really went away.

The director lady in charge of arranging such things, herself a haunt fiend, loves the idea of a Halloween theme. However, there are no available indoor facilities in which to hold the class over the summer. If the class is to be held, it would start in mid-September.

A two-hour class, held once a week for four weeks, would finish up right smack in the middle of final preparations for Spooky Hollow’s opening night. Right now my brain tells me to do it, but the question becomes: In what condition will the ol’ noggin be come October 15? (Heh… I’m reminded of a scene from “Animal House”, that is totally inappropriate for this venue, in which Larry’s good and evil sides battle over what to do about the drunk girl, Clorette, passed out on Larry’s bed.)

Who am I kidding? I’ll probably do it. There’ll be time to sleep when I’m dead. In any case, if there are any interested minions within driving distance of Clarksville, Indiana, here’s your head’s up.

No, I’m not posting it here. You’ll have to look it up yourself on IMDB. If you don’t know the scene, or you’ve never heard of “Animal House”, then you’re probably too young for such things anyway. Go watch a Donald Duck cartoon or make a nice card for your mother.