Free Delightfully-Deadly-Download Friday (I got a rock.)

Many of you.....okay, both of you may have noticed that the blog has become a ghost town of late. Not the fun sort of ghost town with haunted tumble weeds and dangerous deserted mine shafts, but the empty kind that just quietly sucks. If I'm completely honest, and I can be because no one is reading, I've misplaced my Halloween Spirit. I haven't lost it, it's just floating about in the ether somewhere near enough to cackle at me in the night, but always just out of reach. I've also misplaced my fifth grade grammar book in case you didn't notice the sloppy punctuation I've been spewing. These abrupt changes in personality are among the many percocets.....perco....perks of having a serious mood disorder(screwy noggin). I make no excuses; I simply want you all(all=X*0) to know that I begin projects and do not finish them. I've always been this way.
All that being said, the big day is looming over us like a giant Ray Harryhausen monster and we cannot merely allow it to pass us by without celebrating the hell out of it, even if it means I have to induce my lovable manic half with an IV of coffee and redbull.
Also, you may have noticed that it's Free Delightfully-Deadly-Download Friday. Did you notice? This week's links(yes linkS) honor the classic radio horror shows that we all wish we were old enough to forget.

http://www.themonsterclub.com/radiolibrary.htm

http://www.vintagehorror.com/

http://www.horror-theatre.com/

http://relicradio.com/home/the-horror

http://horrortales.libsyn.com/

......but it wasn't a rock; it was a ROCK LOBSTER!

Wednesdays with Wednesday

It's raining and I'm in a Nathaniel Hawthorne mood. Read The Birthmark and then read it again. Maybe posting will become more regular if you read it. I'm just saying....

Free Delightfully-Deadly-Download Friday

Watching Iron Maiden on T101. No time for witty wordplay. Today's free download comes from an off the wall  group of chicken heads with a crazy strong Dead Kennedys influence. Music for Mutants by The Radioactive Chicken Heads is hell-larious and perfect for the Halloweenie times. Get it here. Also here and here for their other albums. The official website can be found here. Okay, leave me alone now so I can watch The Maiden.

Attack of the Vicious Vinyl Vampires!

No, I haven't posted in a few days and you've all been utterly lost and without direction in my absence. In my defense, I had a birthday and I've been one busy son of a witch. The aforementioned birthday brought me so many albums I may have to rent a second plot for storage. Care for a list? No? Too bad.
Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures(180 gram vinyl with textured sleeve)
The Cure - Disintegration
Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead(Slow to Speak Edit) By far the coolest present ever
Echo and the Bunnymen - Lips Like Sugar single
Depeche Mode - Strangelove single
Grand Master Flash and Melle Mel - White Lines single
Deep Purple - In Rock
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
Yes - The Yes Album
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Nightingales & Bombers
Rick Wakemen - Journey to the Center of the Earth
Steely Dan - Pretzel Logic
Steely Dan - The Royal Scam
Aretha Franklin - Get it Right
Night Ranger - 7 Wishes
Dionne Warwick - Soulful
Styx - Equinox
Styx - Pieces of Eight
The Moody Blues - To Our Children's Children's Children
The Moody Blues - Seventh Sojourn
Kris Kristofferson - Help Me Make it Through the Night
Kris Kristofferson - To the Bone
Kris & Rita - Breakaway
Kris & Rita - Natural Act
Art Garfunkel - Watermark
Climax Blues Band - Stamp Album
Loretta Lynn - Hymns
Les Dudek - Ghost Town Parade
Van Morrison - A Sense of Wonder
Jim & Ingrid Croce - Another Day, Another Town
Bloodrock - 2
Lightnin' Hopkins - S/T
Fleetwood Mac - Penguin
Mountain - Nantucket Sleighride
John Fogerty - Eye of the Zombie
Bruce Springsteen - Darkness on the Edge of Town
Jackson Browne - Hold Out, The Pretender, Running on Empty, & Late for the Sky
Also Leonard Cohen's Various Positions on CD

Do you care in the least? Probably not, but I couldn't be happier. All the Halloween spookiness will return soon.

Cranky Casket Case

    Another birthday, another year closer to death. Seems like a pretty fair arrangement to me. As of yesterday, The Casket Case is dragging one more year of baggage on his unceasing march to the grave. The fun's not over yet though because today brings more record hunting with The Ghoulfriend and a Birds/Psycho double feature. It's a one night only affair, in my ghoulfriend's living room, and you're not invited. If I sound mean it's because I am. I'm a cranky old man and you love me in spite of it. You people are weird.
    Enough with the pleasantries, I know what you're really here for. "Casket," you say.(That's what you call me because you think we're on a first name basis.) "Casket, how can I get my Halloween spirit to ooze from every pore in a slimy torrent of freakish fun, like yours?" The simple answer: you can't. You can, however, increase what spirit you have by visiting some of the wonderful blogs found here. Also, you can set the morbid mood by reading horror classics such as those Wednesday has been so kindly sharing, or the little over-written, pseudo-intellectual, neo-gothic tale being spun by yours truly. Speaking of, you can expect to hear more of the story in the weeks to come. With that, children, I bid you adieu. (Adieu: French for all the horrible things that would be censored if I said them in English.)

Wednesdays with Wednesday(Kitty Culture from the Crypt)

It's the fat one's birthday and he's blaring Deep Purple. How's a girl supposed to write anything with all this racket? It certainly isn't easy, but I won't let a little progressive proto-metal stop me in my tireless efforts to bring culture to the unwashed masses(i.e. you). So sit down, shut up, and prepare to be terrified beyond your wildest nightmares, in classic fashion.
The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson is among my favorite horror novels. Not much gets under my fur, but I still get uneasy around albino pigs since  reading this. Find it here, or here for more options.

Cruisin' the Wasteland

He's enjoying the cooling weather; no boo's while driving though.

As hideous as the Casket Case is, he still tries on masks at every opportunity.

The big day is getting closer and the goblins are coming out. Look for tasty treats, the return of Wednesday, and Free Delightfully-Deadly-Download Fridays. Also, if you have any interest in hearing more of the story we began on Sunday, you have to speak up. Until next time, I'll be in the boneyard with a shovel and a burlap sack.

The De-Canonization of St. Death

Well cats and kittens, I thought long and hard(around 3 minutes) about what to post for today, and I've decided that perhaps we should all huddle 'round the headstone for story time. I've written a few introductory paragraphs to what I hope will turn into a half-way decent short story in the high tradition of the 'mad confession'. In case you have yet to discover this fact, we undead are huge fans of the melodramatic. I'd love to hear thoughts, comments, praise, criticism, or absolute lunatic babbling. Anything but silence. If you want to hear more of the story, SAY SO.
That being said, I submit for the approval of the midnight....Er, I mean, I give you:

The De-Canonization of St. Death

    It is entirely possible that my story is not worth telling. I've often asked myself if it's even worth remembering, but, sadly, that is not within my control. As with any story, I ought to begin at the beginning, though I could begin with the end and work my way back for effect. To be perfectly honest, I don't think it will make a difference either way. My memory has been somewhat augmented by a series of desperate and failed attempts at forgetting: liquor, narcotics, strange and exotic debaucheries invented for the sole purpose of escaping reality. Yes, every attempt only served to bring the horror into greater relief.

    I do not wish to share with you my experiences. To blacken the innocence of my fellow man by damning him to the knowledge of such evil seems a crime of a kind with my darkest sins. Yet any discipline, any control I maintain over my own actions is diminishing momently. There is a beast battering the walls of my soul and he will not be detained.

    Here I sit in the comfort of my study, the friendly embrace of my well-worn chair offering no longer the solace I have always found between it's massive arms. Though the air about her portrait is heavy with incense and the smoke moves sensually in the candlelight, as though imbued with some feminine intelligence, I find no pleasure, no quickening of the blood. Youth has long since abandoned me and rightfully so. My books keep a watchful eye over me, yet I have no sense of security. Here I sit to tell you of a horror of infinite magnitude, and I will not find peace until I share with you my curse.

In the Face!

The Ghoulfriend recently took up crocheting. You know crocheting, right? It's that craft with yarn and the giant face-stabbing needle. She attempted to teach me how it's done, but I have paint shakers for hands and it was during my battle with the Molar Monster so I was heavily medicated. There is a point to all of this and here it is: while perusing the Countdown to Halloween list, I came across a creepy crochet blog that has me in stitches, or bobbles, or other craft words. In the 'spirit' of Halloween, which is sharing treats, I'll be putting up this link. It's the same as this one.

Also...

What a Horrible Month to be Broke

   It's October and theaters are soaked in blood. I already missed Last Exorcism and chances are I won't catch Devil. With the soon to be released Let Me In, Case 39, and My Soul to Take, I think I might just cry. What's a creep to do? I will see Paranormal Activity 2 if I have to sell a kidney....not my own ofcourse.

   In these economic dark ages I find comfort in my idiot box. The month of October has always been a good time for television but this year might just top them all. As of 8:00 P.M.(7:00 Central) TCM will be unleashing a horde of Hammer horror classics beginning with 1958's Horror of Dracula! I know I'm cutting it a bit short with this one but there's really nothing you can do about that is there. Go here for more information on TCM's Hammer Horror series(every Friday).

   For those of you without satellite/cable, Elvira, the queen of the spookshow, will be hosting her Movie Macabre throughout October on local stations. Check here for your local listings.

   That's all the noose for now jerks and jerkettes. Be sure to check back often, and don't forget about that Free Delighfully-Deadly-Download posted earlier today. Also, it wouldn't kill you to leave a comment. If it does, I promise not to let my next reader leave one.  “Dig” you later.

Free Delightfully-Deadly-Download Friday

   The Molar Monster is out! It took quite a bit of work, but I can finally sleep. For those of you who are shaking your heads at the magnitude of my stupidity, I did have the tooth pulled by a professional dentist....I did. He let me keep it so I staged this little photo. Credit to Ashley for the great idea.
   Now that I've come down off of all those painkillers I can resume the blog, and what better time to re-kick things off than the first of October? Yes, haunting season officially begins today and the Ghoulfriend and I couldn't be more excited.
   In an effort to increase readership(from 0 to something slightly higher), I'll be participating in the Countdown to Halloween which begins as of now. Even if they don't link to me, I'm still counting down the days.
   Speaking of counting down the days, I know that's exactly what you beautiful little creeps have all been doing in anticipation of Free Delightfully-Deadly-Download Friday. Let's start October with a good old-fashion, grease soaked, blood stained, rock and roll ruckus. Chop Shop were the baddest hot-rodding horror fiends to ever take the stage and their Badlands E.P. can be found here along with some demos.
   Wish I had more time to stick around and chew the rat with you boils and ghouls, but sunrise is just around the corner and I haven't even made my coffin. Goodnight and may you all rot in peace.