Day Six
No time to be trite tonight folks, I want to get this in by midnight and keep my streak going. I'd be sooner, but got sidelined playing Silent Hill: Homecoming, so I could unlock the laser pistol for my less monster-beating-talented brother. Such is life. I'm told I'm under suspicion of being a spam blog. Is it because of my constant use of the word 'Halloween'? My occasional f-bomb? My obnoxious writing style? I don't know.
Regardless, let's talk Bleeding Brains candles.
I found these guys on markdown after last Halloween, but they might still be around this year. If they are, Wal-Mart would be your best bet at scaring (har har har) a couple of them up.
There's a choice of two, both classics of the season. The skull, and the zombie. Now, I don't know if a skull at this point of decay can have a brain, technically, let alone on that'll bleed, but let's look past that, and toward how good these things look for a $3.00 candle.
Dag, yo. These are conversation pieces of the highest calibur. Hell, I'd probably end up leaving these to somebody in my will, but only because I own nothing of value or real substance. Great nephew Derrick may get my bowl of melded together hard candies, but Lady the third? She's getting these things, assuming decades in my attic won't leave them melted into Escher-esque puddles of colorful wax.
So, where's the bleeding?
See these eye socket bore-holes? Welp, when you start burning these guys, their delicious red center melts down and sluices through these strategically placed tunnels. The skull has them in the eyes and behind those God-like sculpted cheekbones. The zombie has them in the eyes, ears, and a massive one leading down into the mouth. So you can live out your gory, headshot zombie-killing fantasies with little more than a lighter, and of course a plate to catch all the melted wax.
If I could have gotten a decent picture of the boxes, I would have shown the results in all their waxen, bloody glory. As it is, I have this thing against burning cool-looking novelty candles, so the real fun is going to have to wait unless I procure a couple more of these things. But damn, do they look sweet all by themselves. These guys got mantle space hands down.
Sorry if you're dissapointed about no in-action shots. I know I am. But at least I got the Laser Pistol. Pew! Pew! Pew!
Regardless, let's talk Bleeding Brains candles.
I found these guys on markdown after last Halloween, but they might still be around this year. If they are, Wal-Mart would be your best bet at scaring (har har har) a couple of them up.
There's a choice of two, both classics of the season. The skull, and the zombie. Now, I don't know if a skull at this point of decay can have a brain, technically, let alone on that'll bleed, but let's look past that, and toward how good these things look for a $3.00 candle.
Dag, yo. These are conversation pieces of the highest calibur. Hell, I'd probably end up leaving these to somebody in my will, but only because I own nothing of value or real substance. Great nephew Derrick may get my bowl of melded together hard candies, but Lady the third? She's getting these things, assuming decades in my attic won't leave them melted into Escher-esque puddles of colorful wax.
So, where's the bleeding?
See these eye socket bore-holes? Welp, when you start burning these guys, their delicious red center melts down and sluices through these strategically placed tunnels. The skull has them in the eyes and behind those God-like sculpted cheekbones. The zombie has them in the eyes, ears, and a massive one leading down into the mouth. So you can live out your gory, headshot zombie-killing fantasies with little more than a lighter, and of course a plate to catch all the melted wax.
If I could have gotten a decent picture of the boxes, I would have shown the results in all their waxen, bloody glory. As it is, I have this thing against burning cool-looking novelty candles, so the real fun is going to have to wait unless I procure a couple more of these things. But damn, do they look sweet all by themselves. These guys got mantle space hands down.
Sorry if you're dissapointed about no in-action shots. I know I am. But at least I got the Laser Pistol. Pew! Pew! Pew!
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