Decline and Fall of the Roman Link Dump
Small Favors – Etsy shop with interesting candle scents like “Hellboy” and “Jack in the Green.” (Hat tip to Sisifo)
Dr Martens Cassidy Boot – Doc Martens with a subtle skull design. There’s a purple version I like better, but it only seems to be available on eBay.
Robocop Trailer – The first trailer for the remake.
Vincent Price Ring – This sterling silver ring “bust” is incredibly detailed.
Skeleton Backpack – I’ve mentioned this artist’s leather skull purses before; he’s now expanded to astonishing backpacks.
Machine Shaming – Like Dog Shaming, only for sewing machines. (via Cat)
Graveyard Quest – This long story arc in the webcomic Gunshow sounds intriguing.
The Bug Chef – David George Gordon’s Eat-a-Bug Cookbook has been revised and re-released. This article features an interview with him, plus a few interesting recipes.
Sweet Preserved Pumpkin – This Oaxacan sweet is definitely not something you can knock off in an afternoon, but it’s an interesting thing to do with a pumpkin.
The Moaning Words – Kickstarter for an interactive game based on the Cthulhu mythos.
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September 13th, 2013 at 1:29 pm
Mmm, Ron Perlman-scented candles. Wait, is that creepy?
I really read “Vincent Price tag” and I thought that someone had started an incredibly inventive marketing-to-goths ploy of vintage-looking tags with a brilliant name. Where else can we go with this? The Vincent Price is Right! A game show about famous (and not-so-famous) quotes.
That purse is striking, but it appears to open without any way of keeping its contents in, so…not very useful.
The mischievous look is amazing. Makes me wonder what was left inside the case. I’m pretty sure it’s not possible to shame my sewing machines, though. They pretty much do whatever they want whenever they want. Or, more often, don’t.
They say insects are the next ground beef (that is, cheap and can be turned into anything). I’m looking forward to them showing up on my grocer’s shelf—they are an excellent source of protein. There’s a restaurant nearby whose menu is 50% Asian fusion and 50% dare. I was rather disappointed by the scorpions-on-shrimp-toast as they just managed to taste like grease. (The crickets fried in garlic and served with sriacha dipping sauce, however, are proof positive that garlic and sriacha are the magic fairy dust of the food world. (Along with bacon, of course.)
Okay, so, my honest question about creating altars with food is When You Live In The City, What Do You Do With It? Like, if you’re in the country and you leave a saucer of milk for the wee folk or a platter of food for your deceased family, a few days later and it’ll probably’ve been taken care of by said wee folk and deceased family. I have found, however, that the magical forces that disappear food avoid the city like the plague. So: at what point do you admit that you are decidedly fae-free and need to remove that smelly, fuzzy, slightly green pile. Also, if you bought your dad beer and didn’t open the bottle, what do you do with it? Are you allowed to put it back into the fridge for later use? Do you toss it out, unopened? (I’m assuming you don’t just pour it out on the ground, as that is the obvious answer—what if you’re in an apartment?) What about those cigarettes? The land wights of North America are, one is told, tremendously fond of tobacco as an offering. If you don’t simply unravel the cigarettes and sprinkle the innards on your plants, what do you do with the package of your brother’s favorite brand? Do you smoke them in his honor (all of them?) or, see questions above regarding beer.
Again, these are honest questions. I really like the thought of honoring one’s departed in this way (and I drink whiskey to my father as appropriate—and sometimes even pour some out into a potted plant, in the event that he happens to be under its roots, and thirsty), but the practical implications mystify me.
(Also, count me out for doing anything involving “lime” (whether slaked or not) at home. Especially if I’m going to eat it later, but I do kind of love that it turns black.)
September 13th, 2013 at 7:06 pm
Machine Shaming speaks to me in a way that words cannot adequately describe.
September 14th, 2013 at 5:08 pm
I replied to xJane directly, but since others might have the same question about what to do with food offerings, I’ll repeat it here as well. According to my sister, who is Wiccan: