Drawing found in a box of photographs.
***Update*** The heads are sold out. All gone! Thanks everyone!
More pics from the fundraiser heads.
Stephen sent in this most excellent set of photos featuring the heads he received.
Man, this is one of the reasons I love life. Stephen, you rock.
(the rollover comments are all his)
I cannot even begin to tell you how happy this makes me.
This is what it's all about.
Just got this pic in from Doug. He says,
"These are great with Ganesha to put obstacles in the way of evil spirits."
Just go a couple of more shots of the fundraiser heads in action
Stu decided to go with an outdoor theme
Earier this month I offered one dozen of these wonderful heads for a 35.00 donation to Bighappyfunhouse.
I asked the people who ordered them to send in a photo of the "heads in action". Here's the first pic from Coke Poet. (note to self, find some vintage frog photos for him as well).
I've sent off a ton of of the heads so far. I do have about
ten nine eight seven dozen left. If anyone else is interested... for a 35.00 donation (includes free shipping) to The Bighappyfunhouse Pie Fund (see button on left sidebar)... you'll get your very own dozen ghoul heads... for your decorating pleasure.
A very very Big thank you to everyone who has helped the Pie Fund so far!
This is from a series of slides I'll be posting on Swapatorium later this week.
The comments have gone goofy again
Some are showing up, some are not. Some come in and out.
They're working on it.
Should be fixed soon.
Had some requests for shots of the Lindy cake in action.
Here ya go.
I promised my friend Kay from Fourteen Places to Eat that I would post another cake photo for her. Meet the Charles Lindbergh cake.
Zee comments zay are going to be a little weird for the next couple of hours.
They're working on it as we speak.
The heads are sold out! All gone! Thank you all very very very much!
We interrupt your normally scheduled photo enjoyment for a message from our sponsor.
Well, it's about time we had a good old fashioned NPR-style fundraiser here at Bighappyfunhouse.
You'll notice I installed a donation button on the left sidebar.
Yes, I'm reduced to begging on the internet. But then again, isn't that what the internet is all about?
Yep, it sure is.
You ask yourself. Me? Donate? What do I get out of it?
You get the satisfaction of knowing that your dollars will go towards me being able to buy the
crappiest finest photos in the world... for your continued enjoyment.
But wait! There's more!
For a 35.00 donation you get one dozen heads.
That's right. Heads. Six witches heads and Six ghoul heads (shipping is included)
Each head has a string at the top for easy hanging. (rear view mirror.. etc)
Just think how nice your kitchen will look with these fine fine heads staring at you while you cook.
They're also great for the kids room.
Get yours today!
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Funhouse.
Comments may be a little wonky for the next day or two.
It's a technical issue.
They're working on it as we speak.
Should be fixed soon
D-Day: War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Boon: Forget it, he's rolling.
Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough...
Bluto: the tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
[runs out, alone; then returns]
Bluto: What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part.
Bluto: We're just the guys to do it.
You're twelve years old. With your grandmother at the airport. Waiting. Waiting for relatives you've never met to get off of a plane. Your grandma hands you her camera and says "Be careful with this". You take the Kodak Instamatic in both hands. You think to yourself "Wow, she never lets anyone hold the camera". You smile to yourself and feel Big.
Grandma is holding a mirror up. She's trying to put more red lipstick over the layers of red lipstick. it's a ritual. She's taking her time. She says "Don't stare at me. I can't do this if you're staring at me.!"
You look away. You look out the airport window.
Up in the sky. Those clouds.... they... they... they look just like two Colonial Vipers in formation. The Cylons must be attacking. You know you have to take a picture of this. You look at grandma one more time. She's not watching. You raise the Instamatic And click off the shot.
Two weeks later you're at grandmas house for dinner. She takes out the photos from the airport. She passes them around. Your mom pulls out one photo. It's a picture of some clouds. "Who took this one?" she asks. Grandma says "Oh the camera must have gone off by itself". You ask to see it. Your mom hands it to you.
"Grandma." you ask "Can I have this one?"
"Why not?" She says. "It's just a picture of nothing"