Halloween-themed and/or spooky fuckin' music for your listening displeasure. Happy Halloween, kids!

Labels: awesomecasts, podcasts, spooky shit

And holy Lawdy, it's Wednesday! But not just any old Wednesday, no sir, it's the Wednesday that also happens to be the spookiest holiday of the entire year! That's right, kids, All Hallows Eve is upon us and we've dressed up awesomecast HQ accordingly...This year's spookycast includes ghostly tales from a variety of sources. I could go into WHO but hey, instead you can find out merely by clicking to listen...

Labels: 'de paranormal, audio, awesomecasts, podcasts, spooky shit

So yeah, since I'm mostly sure that you kids are of the "astute" variety, you're likely aware that I haven't officially recapped our recent vacation to Amish Country/Washington D.C. I know, I know, I'm a lazy bastard, blah blah blah. Sure, right, well...Here! Since you've all been so patient with me, I shall reward you with more of the pictures that I took on said vacation...These in particular chronicle the "Candlelight Ghost Tour" which we took whilst in Strasburg, PA. Heck, I'm sure that by now you're more than eager to get on with the picture viewin' so...Let's do that, shall we?
click 'em!


Here I am, sitting with Andy, displaying our obvious enthusiasm re: the impending ghost tour. Indeed, we were sitting on a bench right on Main Street in Strasburg, PA throwing horns. Would you expect anything less? It's just a shame that all of our excitement (also: anticipation) would turn out to be wasted. Why? Oh, read (and look) on, I shall tell ye.


This here was our ghost host for the tour. If you're ever in the Strasburg area and you see this person, don't expect good stories. Or a compelling tour. Or anything really worth the fourteen bucks per person which the tour charges. Her body language here seems to say "what, you want spooky? Ha! You shall get no spooky!"


Here you can see that, even though she failed at it, our host was doing her level best to create drama with whatever story she was telling here in front of this church. Just as an aside, I think her arms are bigger than mine...Damn...Excuse me, I need to go lift weights. Brb.


As you can plainly see, here we are in front of the final resting place of Annie K. Gonder. Annie (and the rest of her family) was the subject of one of our host's boring-as-Hell run on sentences engaging tales of the supernatural earlier in the tour as we stood outside the Gonder Mansion. Apparently Annie was a bit of a whore (at least that's the impression I got) and apparently her ghost haunts folks and does a fair bit of laughing. All I can say is NOT A DAMN THING HAPPENED DURING THE TOUR. Not even HERE! AT the damn cemetery...Feh.


And speaking of the Gonder family, this is the rest of their family plot in the Strasburg, PA cemetery. Now, you may be asking yourself "why can't I read the names on their headstones?" A fine question, to be sure. The answer is simple. These are the backs of their headstones. You see, for whatever spiteful reason, Annie is buried to the left of here with the rest of the Gonder family turning their backs to her. Even in death, Annie was too much of a...Well...Whatever would cause the shunning 'round the turn of the century. So anyway, yeah...They're all gonders. Yuk yuk yuk.


Not even the Hildebrand family would oblige our tour group with a little spooky activity. Jerks.


And yes, here is one side of the gate from the Strasburg Cemetery. Indeed, I was hoping that if anything happened on the tour - an uneasy feeling, a spooky sound or (God forbid) a misty apparition - it would happen in here. Sadly, nothing did. I snapped this picture as we were all leaving the cemetery and in doing so, I got pretty far behind the rest of the group. All alone in the dark in a cemetery in an unfamiliar town which dates back to the 1700s. And yeah, nothing happened.


Ah, finally! Something slightly scary! Indeed, Andy's Leatherwolf shirt turned out to be the spookiest thing which we were to see all evening on the walking tour of two blocks of Strasburg, PA. We didn't even stop at the funeral home...I was so disappointed...

So there you have it, just enough pictures to stave off your picture viewin' induced hunger for another week...As always, thanks for stopping by...You kids have a fine weekend now...

Labels: get outta town, Phrickin' Photoblogs, spooky shit

Hey, wow. Damn. Where DOES the time go? Seriously, I had grand plans of posting a detailed recap of our most recent vacation (this time to Amish Country in Pennsylvania and then to Washington D.C.) but...Well...Look, it just hasn't happened yet. Luckily, though, I can post the following pictures (from the early portion of said vacation) and recap that part of the vacation kind of at the same time. Cop out? Maybe. Lazy? Damn right. Regardless, here come them pictures!
you know!


The reason that we chose to visit Lancaster, PA specifically was to see my buddy Andy. Little did I know, though, that Lancaster is relatively close to a lot of great things, Harrisburg, PA and the National Civil War Museum for example. Here you see the (impressive) exterior of the building which sits atop a beautifully landscaped hill overlooking pretty much the whole valley. They don't allow photography inside the exhibit which is a damn shame but probably for the best as I would've had hundreds more pictures to sift through had that not been the case...


This statue, entitled "Moment of Mercy," stands in the courtyard out front of the Museum. It depicts this event from December, 1862.


All around the museum were walking paths and places to sit and trees and such. Embedded in the walking paths are items such as this, denoting the veterans and casualties from the individual states and territories. As part of what I can only assume is an ongoing project, some of the areas around the state markers are filled with marker bricks of individual casualties. In this case, you're looking at the Nevada, Colorado and Nebraska territory marker...Remember, my home state (Colorado) didn't even become a state until 11 years AFTER the Civil War ended. Those casualties listed there for the Colorado Territory fought bravely and lost their life during the battle of Glorietta Pass in New Mexico in March of 1862. It was the only active conflict which Colorado forces participated in during the Civil War.


And now we find ourselves in historic Strasburg, PA. Look at them Amish folk go! Indeed, they still selectively shun modern conveniences but, as you can see by the painfully curious look on that wee amlet's face, they probably won't be able to hold back the flood of digital cameras, iPhones and Xbox 360s for very long...


Here's one of the graveyards in Strasburg. In this case, it's a churchyard cemetery directly off of main street and it dates back to the 1700s. If you click on the above photo, you can see a closeup of the broken-and-repaired headstone of one Elizabeth Myers. Go ahead. Seriously, what've you got to lose?


As you can see, our buddy Andy ain't 'fraid of no Elizabeth Myers ghost! Hell, he'll go RIGHT UP to her busted-ass grave marker and STARE. So yeah, there's Andy. In a Graveyard. In Strasburg...


Several of the homes on Main Street in Strasburg are of the historically significant (or just plain old) variety. Most have these little plaques from the Strasburg Heritage Society, some have Lancaster County Historical Society plaques and SOME even have NATIONAL Historic Registry plaques. In this case, if you click, you can see a closeup of how old the Strasburg Heritage Society estimates THIS house to be.


And speaking of old, this wee shanty is older than a very old thing. In fact, the Strasburg Heritage Society has this little house pegged circa 1750. Think about that date for a bit...This house was built UNDER THE BRITISH CROWN! 1750. This house is closer to 300 years old than it is to 200...Impressive, to say the least. Also: working shutters! You don't see that 'round where I live...On a lighter note, I estimate the VW Beetle out front of the house to be circa 2004.

So that's that for now, kids. As always, thanks for stopping by...I'll definitely have more pictures to share next Friday, seeing as I took a total of 305 while we were on vacation. Anyway, you kids have a great weekend now...

Labels: get outta town, Phrickin' Photoblogs, spooky shit

Ooh, it's Friday already...As you may have noticed (not likely, but I'm just throwin' it out there anyway), I didn't post a Goddamn thing yesterday. This was due to the sad little fact that I was "out sick," which really is a rare occurrence for me. This time of year, though, I just can't seem to shake off the sinus infections...Anyhow, talk of phlegm and other disgusting bodily functions aside, it IS Friday, as I mentioned, and that means that you kids get to see (yet another) Phrickin' Photoblog. Kind of like last week, but way more like the week before that, today's exhibition o' photos is the 3rd (and final) installment of pictures taken during our little trip to Estes Park. In today's installment, we return to the Stanley Hotel one last time for a wee bit of picturey goodness. I shall delay your viewing no longer - on with them photos...
click! big!


So here, quite literally, is the entrance to the Stanley Hotel. My mother took this picture of the doormat so that she could, in her words, "prove that we were actually at the Stanley." Of course, I see her point...After all, large, panoramic pictures of the actual hotel, those mean nothing...Those could be of any spooky, famous mountain hotel...A close-up of the damn DOORMAT, though, that's proof positive, kids...


And speaking of mom (we were) and speaking of the Stanley (we SO were) and speaking of the front door of the Stanley (WE WERE) here I am, with my mom, standing on the front steps of the Stanley Hotel (right after mom got done snapping the picture of the doormat - see the camera in her hand?) while some gargantuan beast of a woman appears to be either taking a leak or photographing the doormat in the background there...Ah, the power of suggestion...People see one person photographing a doormat/taking a leak on the front door, and they feel the need to do it too...


This here is a body of water as seen from the Stanley Hotel which I can only assume is Lake Estes. It's...um...Quite pretty, really, if you see it in person...Yep...Um...All...Watery...And lakey...So, uh...Yeah...Lake Estes...


Hey, remember when I mentioned the old Elevator named Otis inside the Stanley that's been running since 1908, powered by stolen souls? Remember that? Well here that elevator is, in all it's older elevatory glory...In a stunning turn of events, though, I'm utilizing my digital camera to steal IT'S soul! Yeah! How you like THAT, elevator!? ha!


And moving right along, we find ourselves in the supposedly haunted music room at the Stanley Hotel. This is a picture of (duh) the fireplace inside said music room...I will say that I'm quite appreciative of the location of the fire extinguisher here...What better place is there to have one of those than right next to a spooky, outdated and precariously open fireplace? Good thinkin', there...


And for the ghost hunters in the audience, I present to you the spooky, haunted piano inside it's spooky, haunted little nook which you can find inside the (you guessed it) spooky, haunted music room at the (is this getting old yet?) spooky, haunted Stanley Hotel. It's from this piano that spectral music is said to emanate, Mrs. Stanley visiting from beyond the grave to entertain guests with a little phantasmic performance here and there...I can't say whether anything cool like that happened while we were there, but I will say this...I'm all out of pictures to display...

So that's that...As always, thanks for stopping by...You kids have a fine weekend now...

Labels: get outta town, Phrickin' Photoblogs, spooky shit

And yes, it's "Monday" again. For me, it's the dreaded "back to work after a week off" kind of Monday where I have to get back into a routine after 7 days of shunning all things...well..."routine." Add to that the fact that I'm even sicker now than when I started the vacation (despite having been proactive and all that jive and getting meds from the doctor, etc.), I'm not really feeling terribly industrious. All that aside, though, I think that it's time I should post...

The Earth Completed A Full Orbit 'Round The Sun Since My Last Birthday...
Indeed, on the 25th of March, 'round 4:45 in the AM, I became 33 years of age. To celebrate this milestone, my parents were nice enough to take me (along with my wife) out to the Peppertree, a swanky restaurant in a not-so-swanky part of town (literally just a couple hundred feet down the hill from where I work). Despite it's proximity to an outpatient mental health facility and some questionable apartments, the place is really quite upscale. The most important part of any restaurant, however, is the food and in that category, the Peppertree did not disappoint. The house specialty at the Peppertree is their Pepper Steak which is prepared tableside, finished with a brandy flambé and served with spicy mango chutney. I chose said pepper steak, as did my wife, and was extremely impressed. My mom chose the Veal Neil which was more than awesome and my dad had the bone-in Kansas City strip which he surmised was the best steak that he's had anywhere at anytime. Overall, if you're ever in Colorado Springs and looking to impress someone (like maybe me, perhaps) and you've also got some coin to blow, I'd definitely recommend the Peppertree. A all the way.

Get Outta Town!..
On Thursday of last week, myself, my wife, my mom and my dad all took a quick trip up to Estes Park, a small town in the mountains about and hour and a half outside Denver. Among other things, Estes Park is home to the Stanley Hotel which was, of course, the inspiration for the Overlook Hotel in the Stephen King novel "The Shining." The Stanley was actually used as the Overlook in the cheesy Television Miniseries adaptation of "The Shining" and, as you might expect, the gift shop there is simply maggoty with Shining memorabilia. The Stanley was our first stop as we got into town on Thursday and, as Collin mentioned on last week's podcast, it's pretty damn close to EVERYTHING in Estes Park. In the book, of course, the Overlook was completely isolated and impossible to access in the winter months. In real life however, the Stanley is within easy walking distance of the local Safeway and less than a mile from several restaurants, including McDonald's and the Egg and I. Maybe if Jack had just looked around a little...Anyhow, it was decided that we would have lunch at the Cascades restaurant inside the Stanley before checking into the condo which we had rented for the night. As we entered the restaurant, my wife recognized Grant Wilson from the Sci Fi Channel Ghost Hunters show and exclaimed "Hey, T.A.P.S.!" He looked back at us with an almost "I should know who you are" look as we were led to our table (conveniently, right next to his). Soon after, he was joined by someone who I later found out is Patrick Burns from Court TVs "Haunting Evidence" and some others who I figure I should've recognized but didn't. As we ate our lunch, it became increasingly obvious that, just by dumb luck, we had stumbled into the middle of a paranormal conference there at the Stanley. Because of this, everyone (and I do mean EVERYONE) except for us was there for said conference. As such, EVERYONE was staring at US trying to figure out who the Hell we were. As an aside, our waiter at the Cascades, assuming that we were there for the spooky shit, was trying his level best to be as "spooky" as he could be. Poor bastard. His whole spooky act was wasted on our table...The only one he scared was my wife, as he kept sneaking up on her...I will give him credit, though...He moved swiftly...

As an aside, it's always amazing to me exactly how small these TV personalities are in real life. I'm talking homunculi-type small. That Grant guy was a damn midget and the Pat Burns guy...Well...Let's just say that our table could've engulfed and devoured him if the whim struck us...Tiny, tiny individuals...

Another Place To Recommend: The Fawn Valley Inn...
Since it is almost a 3-hour drive up to Estes Park from the Springs, we figured it'd be a good idea to find a place to stay for the night as opposed to just turning right around and coming home. As such, in my search for lodging, one of the few places with a vacancy (Goddamn paranormal conference) was the Fawn Valley Inn, which specializes in condos for rent. Going for what seemed like a bargain as compared to the $500-per-night Stanley (it's still the "off-season" in Estes Park), I booked a deluxe hot tub condo at the Fawn Valley Inn. The website made the place sound top-notch, recently remodeled one bedroom, two bath condo on the second floor with a private 4-person hottub on the deck which overlooks the Fall River. For a mere $188 per night after taxes, how could I pass it up? All four of us could stay in one place comfortably for $47 per person...I have to say that, once we got there, we weren't disappointed...The place was great...Pictures will be posted on Friday...

Then Comes The Sickness...
And then we come to this past weekend...We had many plans which had to be forsaken (hockey, housewarming at the Angellos, dinner at the Melting Pot for my mom's birthday and my mom and dad's anniversary) because I fell ill with a nasty chest...thing...It's still with me today, I was able to get a prescription called in, so I should be better within the week, but it's just so damned inconvenient to be sick. THAT, I don't recommend to anyone...

As always, thanks for stopping by...You kids have a fine Monday now...

Labels: famous folk, get outta town, I eat food, spooky shit

...Since our family lost a true patriarch when my Grandfather Harold Widegren passed away. I've missed him greatly in this past year, as have all of our family members. As a sort of tribute, I'm going to repost a story about him which I originally shared on this blog in February, 2004, one that hopefully will bring laughter and joy on such a sad anniversary.
---
...The folks across the street from my Grandparents raise animals for slaughter (and other forms of amusement). This particular family are never without a number of chickens, some cows and a handful (or so) of goats. Specifically, it is them damned goats which cause the most trouble due to the fact that they simply have a nasty disposition. Additionally, they seem to be able to defeat whatever crude means of restraint that their captors choose to employ on them. As such, the goats routinely wander across the road to my grandparents' yard to chew up whatever they can get their vile little goat teeth on. Some years ago, the goats' bitey targets included a very nice garden that my Grandfather had planted and lovingly maintained. He complained loudly to his neighbors about the goats and their eating habits to no avail. Finally, after several destructive episodes, the neighbors conceded that something had to be done. If the goats wandered into my grandfather's yard again, he was given carte blanche to shoot them.

The goats, of course. He could shoot the goats. No shooting the neighbors, not even a little...Anyhow...

The reason that my grandfather's neighbors were so cavalier about passing out the license to kill was that them goats were scheduled to die anyway. Indeed, since the goats' sole purpose was to be raised for the slaughter (and since they were nearin' "slaughterin' size"), why not kill two birds with one stone? My grandfather would get the satisfaction of avenging his considerable property damage at the hands of these vile creatures and the neighbors would get to use the goat meat and goat bones and whatever else come out of dead goats for...Well, whatever people use goat things for. As should be expected, however, there were two minor snags in this seemingly clever plan: My grandfather didn't own a gun, nor was he aware of the "goat usage" intention of his neighbors.

The very next day following the goat death pact agreement, the goats once again freed themselves to feast on my grandfather's garden. Seeing this, my grandfather sprung into action, seizing the larger male goat which he then tied to a tree. Remembering only the basic directive of "kill the goat" from the previous day, but lacking any sort of firearm with which to accomplish such a task, grandpa quickly visited his garage, returning only with a shovel. The account of what happened next comes straight from my then 76 year old grandfather:

"I looked at the goat and it looked back at me...Then I brought up the shovel and came down on his head, square and hard. So hard, in fact, that I broke my shovel. Damn goat broke my shovel. And he didn't die straight away, either...Just lay there on the ground, lookin' up at me, moving it's hooves and going 'eee, eee, eee'...Well, I figured I had to finish the job, so I grabbed the handle and proceeded to beat this goat the rest of the way dead. Part way through, I saw my neighbor pull into his driveway so I dragged the goat behind the garage where they couldn't see. I buried the goat there when I was done."

"You...Uh...Buried it?" I asked.

"Behind the Garage." he replied.

"Don't you figure they would've liked to use the carcass? After all, I figure that's why they said you could shoot it." I inquired.

"Never thought of that." he said. "Humph. Well, it's done now. Maybe they figured it just up and ran away."

They say that on certain nights in Grand Junction, when the moon is bright and full, you can see the broken spectre of a goat, bleating his final death-bleats in the pale moonlight behind a ghostly garage while a phantom homeowner takes whack after solid whack at him with an ethereal shovel handle. Some folks say that the ghostly goat has a shovel-shaped dent in his lifeless, spooky goat head and that the homeowner has a look of glee on his face as the scene plays out on it's spectral stage...But that may just be folks tellin' tales...

Or it may just be true...

Labels: grandpa, indignities, lame stories, sad stories, spooky shit, tales of triumph

Hey hey, it's Tuesday! You know, as much as I'd love to whip up a long and compelling post, I'm just not gifted with the time to do such things at this point. What I DO have, though, is a new t-shirt design which I added to my Cafepress store yesterday. As per usual, I feel the need to offer a brief explanation prior to showing you kids 'de images...See, last Thursday on the Penn Jillette Show, Gilbert Gottfried was on (via the telephones) talking about his appearance on VH1's Celebrity Paranormal Project. Long story short, Penn said that he hoped the next time he and Gilbert had dinner together that Gilbert wouldn't be wearing a t-shirt that said "Holy Lawdy, I Seen a Ghost!" For whatever reason, that struck me as funny and made me want a shirt that said just that. As such, here are the images that I came up with...
click 'em, they blow up like so many balloons

this is the small front "heart" logo, roughly 4 inches across on the front left chest


And here's the full back image, 10 inches across on the (duh) back of the shirt.

So that's that...Don't forget, tomorrow is Awesomecast day and then...Well, then it's Thanksgiving. You crazy kids have a great Tuesday now...

Labels: cartoons n' stuff, Illustrations, spooky shit, stagnation

And WOAH, Holy CRAP! It's Friday all of a sudden! Well, kids, you know what THAT means! It's Videoblog day! No, really. It IS. Look, it can't be Photoblog Phriday EVERY Friday now, can it? Anyhow, I'd like you to all turn your attention to the video below which captures for posterity my performance at Freak Train this past Monday (October 30). Who's the Spooky Singing Ghost? I am...
I recommend wearing headphones, otherwise it'll be all "hard to understand" and stuff.

And if you want to catch Pat Angello doing a spot-on Pee-Wee Herman interpretive dance, you can check that out right here.
So there's that. As always, thanks for stopping by. You kids have a great weekend now.

Labels: Freak Train, Singing Off-Key, spooky shit, vaunted videoblogs

Hey, it's the Wednesday after Halloween (in this case, directly after Halloween, it's TOTALLY All Saint's Day) and, much like last week, if you listen to today's awesomecast, you'll be treated to the same group as last week spilling supernatural stories and torrid tales of the afterlife (in vivid mono). So clicky!

Labels: audio, awesomecasts, collin crap, dad's stories, podcasts, spooky shit, stuff mom's done

You've heard the rumors. You've caught wind of a legendary display of pictures which happens only once per week. You've been told stories of a magical land on the internets where you are treated to displays of photographic goodness SO RANDOM that you can barely maintain control over your faculties. You've also probably scoffed at said stories, not believing them for lack of "evidence." WELL SCOFF NO MORE, YOU DIRTY SKEPTICS! THE PHRICKIN' PHOTOBLOG IS BACK (and, oh by the way, it's bad).

In honor of the impending All Hallow's Eve Holiday, I'm going to show you crazy kids the photographic record of that party that I mentioned earlier in the week. You are no doubt salivating in anticipation by now, so I shall delay no longer. ON WITH THE PHOTOS!
click on 'em. No, really, go ahead. They like it when you click on them, they swell with excitement, even...


So here's my wife, posing prior to going to the party. She's trying to duplicate the pose of the model on the package that her costume came in. I think she should have looked a bit more "in distress" to pull it off, but in the end it was really no matter...Everyone thought she was Judy Jetson...


And here I am, the spooky voodedoo/undead magician guy/person in makeup and a cape being all menacing...In his kitchen. Yep, nothing spooky about being in the kitchen. However, the skull walking stick...not sure if you can see that, but that's pretty awesome...


And here is PROOF of exactly how menacing (also: spooky) I am. That, kids, is a MAJOR AWARD! That's the ribbon which was bestowed upon yours truly for being the spookiest person in costume at that party we went to. Neat, huh?


And speaking of the party (we were), here's the hostess of the party who's name (Jen) shall remain unsaid (no, really: it's Jen). Hostess girl (Jen) and her husband (Jen's husband) put on quite the party and had their house decorated up all spooky n' shit. Case in point, see the dead blue boy there on the wall behind the hostess (Jen)? It was cool.


And speaking of the hostess' (Jen's) husband (oh, we were), here he is (dressed as a pretty convincing Captain Jack Sparrow) um..."Feeling up" the dirty old man while Billy Graham turns a blind eye to such obvious displays of sin (also: latent homosexuality).


There's my wife on the left and my sister, dressed as an actual punkin, on the right. Not much else to say, really...Just two pumpkins plotting world domination and drinking cheap booze. Yep. Nothing much else to say...


So that's Jessica on the left and Jeannie on the right. Jessica is dressed as (surprise) a witch and Jeannie is "dirty laundry." It's not obvious from this picture, but Jeannie had a laundry basket around her midsection full of...stuff. Sadly, one of those things was NOT a stuffed lion, or these two could've been the lion, the witch and the wardrobe.


Here's our old buddy Collin with my sister. Like I said earlier in the week, Collin BARELY dressed for the occasion with a smarmy t-shirt. The glittery horns? Not part of a costume, they're just normally hidden by Collin's unruly mop of hair.


And finally, here we see the unlikely meeting between dead golfer Walter Hagan and (currently living) Korean dictator Kim Jong Il. Hagan seems quite amused by Kim Jong's glasses and surly disposition while the dictator really wasn't amused at all. by anything. I guess we're just lucky that he didn't "launch his missle" at the party, we'd all have been a little screwed...

So there you all are, a peek into the big Halloween party which I was actually invited to and actually attended last weekend. As always, thanks for stopping by...You all have a fine weekend now...

Labels: holidays, Phrickin' Photoblogs, spooky shit, tales of triumph

Hey! It's Thursday! Just so's you all know, we're caught in the middle of a "paralyzing blizzard" in Colorado Springs at the moment. So paralyzing, in fact, that I'm the only one who made it in to work today. "So why aren't you WORKING?" you may ask...Well, don't you worry...I'll get to the working...But I wanted to share some of my half-assed Illustration Friday endeavors with you kids before I set nose to proverbial grindstone...So anyway, this week's theme was "ghost" and since I'm so frickin' prolific with the spooky shit, I gots 5 whole drawings to display...Let's get to them, shall we?
clicky to see them all big n' shit

at the office of the dead


I couldn't decide if I wanted him standing in a doorway or lying in a coffin. Whichever, you decide.


This happens all the time, I'd wager.


Hard to hug with no arms (and no control over one's bowels)


I'll admit, this one sucks.

So there's that. You all have a fine Thursday now!

Labels: cartoons n' stuff, Illustrations, spooky shit