Halloween Stuff!

Halloween is right around the corner, and even though I think every day is Halloween, it's still fun to be validated when you go out to buy frames for your prints of a squirrel serving a martini and a fox wearing Victorian garb. Michael's Crafts had their full Halloween inventory out and we had spectacular fun going through it all (and almost missed the 2:30 showing of THE LAST EXORCIST because I cannot ignore the lure of orange and black covering a craft store). Can't wait until Target puts out their stuff! Although in the last few years, Target has been slacking on their Halloween stuff and that used to be where I would stock up on hand towels and sandwich bags for the whole year! I'll cross my fingers.

Have some pics of us wearing silly Halloween themed hats. Sam's is the best. Mr. Tough Guy, I have a spade under my eye and I'm wearing a felt Frankenstein hat, what about it?

New Tattoo!

I am on vacation and nothing screams vacation by paying someone hundreds of dollars to wound your flesh for life. I got some work done on my left sleeve and Sam got a spade underneath his right eye. So I was in more pain than Sam today because his shit took like a minute, but hey, I can take it. Then it was home to cook dinner and drink wine and share these awesome new tattoo pictures with you guys.

Note the Figi mermaid is not new, nor is the mad scientist lab-or-a-tory. Those have been there for quite some time. The filler around those guys is new, as is the dead rat. Now I'm the girl with the dead rat on her arm. Enjoy! And of course, Moochie has wormed his way into these photos. No Cavalcade photo would be complete without a Moochie in it.

Meet the Cats

Meet all the cats! Moochie, Tuna, Bela, October, and Deniro. They're a good group. Oh, and Sam's in there too! And my gnarly old couch. Damn I need a new couch!

Cool Stuff Horror and Rock Stuff I See On My Way to Work

We are back and forth to work a LOT. Being as how Sam and I work in the same restaurant and the Vespa is broken down and we both have to be there at varying times, we spend a shit ton of time in the Jetta back and forth to our bar. And we have a new scooter coming, but it won't be here until next Friday, so we are shit all out of luck as far as all our driving times are concerned, at least for another week or more. So I have to make it fun somehow. Yes, there's satellite radio and Pandora and I do make up songs about the cats more that is probably necessary to anyone but me, but there's fun stuff to see along the way of our ten minute journey to and fro.

Hence this fucking bad ass Cadillac. It's been there for months and Bruce even inquired about it's price; but alas it's not for sale. They simply leave it out front of their auto shop to taunt us repeatedly.



And that thing is so righteous, I would drive it just like that, but then they had to make me hate them even more by parking this number outside today:



I know it is partially obscured from my car seat, but let's just say it's the pristine restored convertible (!) version of the bad ass other one.

Onward! Not two blocks away, there are also awesome vehicles abounding. Take for instance this charming white Rolls Royce, that I noticed for the first time today. (Normally this auto body shop has a powder blue version of the first Caddy I treated y'all to, but I haven't seen that one in a minute.):



Then there's the street signs. Here's Spider (I know you can't see it that well, but it was hot today and I couldn't get out of the car):



Wolverine:



and Craven. Notice the Dead End. Love it!



There's also a Hooper street, and the street across from our house is Boris Court. And there's a great creepy vintage bus for sale that we drive by too many times per day, which I always honk at because Sam wants to buy it and live in it on the weekends - the weekend being Thursday and Friday night for us :)

So yeah, there you have it - Jenn and Sam's route home from work. And if that didn't thrill you to the marrow of your bones - here, have a picture of Moochie lounging while I watched THE DESCENT: PART 2 today and another pic of a crawfish martini I created at work the other night. Surprisingly, no one wanted to drink it.



I feel like it should just rear up and start screaming on the glass, don't you?

Happy Birthday Wes Craven!

Wes Craven turns seventy-one today. So we shall honor him for giving us Papa Jupiter, those people under the stairs, Mitch Pileggi as a serial killer, Bill Pullman fighting zombies, and that Krueger guy. We shall not honor him for producing that crappy remake or letting his son write the remake of the Hills Have Eyes II.