Angels. They have those flowing white robes, a bit of a tendency toward androgyny, and they’re ever so holier-than-thou (although, being angels, it’s probably allowed. Have you ever wondered what was up those shiny white robes? The truth may puzzle and disturb you. Angels are spun from the thoughts of God, of course. Everyone knows […]
Actually, I’m not sure if this is a Santa with a garrote or a sort of cheerful anthropomorphic personification of spring. Either way, not a bad way to end the 12 days of Christmas. Meet the last Santa you’ll ever see. I suppose the flowers should make me feel at ease–maybe that’s what he wants–but it […]
So I don’t actually know how many times I saw Creepshow when I was a kid. Five or six times, for sure. It was the early 80s, I was 10 or so and poorly supervised, and I had a VCR. now, if you’re not familiar with Creepshow, it’s an anthology horror film based on those old […]
So there’s some elements of this that make no damned sense to me. The title of the original masterwork is “A Perfect Fit,” as you can plainly see here: This will be the last thing that makes sense for a little while yet. I’m just glad that one of the shepherds there can do my […]
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. […]