Apparently, too much spinach-artichoke dip does something to your head, because these appetizer dish sets just get weird. Take this guy, a sort of weird fractal snow-bot. Seems kind of complicated, just to hold guacamole. Ew. A guacamole-filled snowman? The world isn’t ready for that. Anyway. Having recently seen Gamara, I imagine this fellow spinning through space on […]
I think I was joking about the shepherds and the angels singing “Be Thou Not Afraid!” Not this time. Be afraid. Be rather a lot afraid. This is from a little-known story–it’s in the Apocrypha, the Infancy Gospel of James actually–about the Miracle of the Empty Buckets. In my church we’d celebrate it usually on […]
Poor Santa. At some point–probably when he was sliding down the chimney–his face came off. It doesn’t help that this particular Santa was made out of papier-mâché and bathroom grout (old bathroom grout, not that fancy new stuff from the tube). Or that he’s molding slightly, or formed from a single piece of ancient chewing […]
Now, pretty much half the posts on Thrifthorror are what I’ve come to think of as “DIY” ceramics–places where cheap, unpainted, unglazed ceramics are stacked up for thrill-seekers to slap a few coats of paint on them, whatever they have the time or interest for. Usually, I get ahold of what must have been either […]
Honestly, there isn’t a lot of awful drek out there for Hanukkah. Which, you know, isn’t a bad thing. It’s almost as though somewhere in vast legacy of interpretations of the Talmud someone said “And here, what Moses is really saying, is holidays are special, for the family. Don’t make plastic crap of them, okay?” So […]
This…this is a useful metaphor. No matter how safe you feel in your pope-style force bulletproof bubble, even the one with the padded floor, the only sure thing is that we’ll all fall off our big brass hook–okay, it gets a little muddled, not sure what that means–and lose a leg. Maybe it’s behind the couch. […]
Not to judge anybody’s Christmas celebration, but…I notice they waited until after unwrapping a few presents before getting to the big, struggling, whimpering one. You know, the one that was tied shut and had no air ventilation. Okay, I know this is supposed to be a cute, faintly Norman Rockwellian moment, but this would only […]
What is the sound of a chorus of angels made of beer cans? It’s not “Alleluia, Alleluia,” it’s probably not even “Fa la la la la la,” though it might be “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” in four-part discord. (Incidentally, I tried to look up the definition of “proparation”, there isn’t one. My […]
From her parapet high in the great tower of her Dream Castle she surveys all of her land, batteries included, batteries excluded, batteries not technically necessary. Broadly speaking, she is pleased with her domain, but once in a while her subjects displease her. And then, she makes an example of them. They’ll make a really cute […]
Finishing off a week of landscapes with this dip into terrifying surrealism, where a giant lake with four eyes and an all-devouring maw creeps across the land, amoeboid-like, seeing to devour a volkswagon-sized…beetle of some sort. Possibly a goliath beetle, or some sort of spider-ladybug hybrid. Overhead, the sun strikes out in all directions, its […]