The Monster Mash

You should know that October is my most favorite of months, not only because of crunchy leaves and pumpkin pies and all that Martha Stewart-y happy horseshit, but largely due to the Halloween factor, what with all the strange and unusual. I myself am strange and unusual and it's only fitting that I punish you all with an entire month's worth of blogging devoted to things of creepiness and weirdness and whateverthehellelse.

If you've never heard of the writer Edward Gorey, I demand you look into him. He's known for his grim illustrations and penchant for bleakness, and if Wikipedia is right (which it rarely is), it claims he was also a pop culture junkie, so he might have been my soul mate or BFF 4-Evr. You know, maybe if he wasn't born, like, 50 years before I was. Anyhow, he wrote an awesomely wicked and wonderful book in 1963 called The Gashlycrumb Tinies. The interesting thing about the book is that you'd never in a million years guess it was from '63, what with it's very modern "humor" and Emily Strange-esque charm. A simple book, Gorey tells the tale of 26 children from A to Z (each representing a letter of the alphabet, like A is for Amy, etc.) on each page and their untimely demise. Reading is fundamental, suckas!

So starting tomorrow and for the next 25 after that (give or take a day, due to either my forgetting to blog or giving-in to slack), I'm going post a Gorey illustration a day and do an alphabet game of my own, Halloween-style.



(Dude, you KNOW I'm corny, don't front like you're suprised.)