Paint Dry, Mansion as Black as Ever

Of course, we observed black friday here in the mansion by applying a fresh new coat of black paint. The Black Mansion must be kept living up to it's dark monicker and after a long summer of sun and sand storms it was getting a bit dingy, as usual, so we've spiffed it up for the coming days of wicked celebrations. The ghosts are finding their apparitional abilities much enhanced and the other foul residents are feeling refreshed as well. Lulu, as yet, has not arrived in West Texas, probably still afeared after her broom theft during her last visit that still has the Wicked Witch of West Texas on the prowl for her.

Some Cool Magic-y Tricks to Perform at the Thanksgiving Feast

Or, as we like to call it in the Black Mansion, "Turkey Halloween," which is, of course, followed by "Krampus Halloween." (Krampus being Santa's evil twin.)Since the Wicked Witch of West Texas probably isn't coming to your feast to entertain the gathered throngs with tricks like turning your cousin into a loaf of pumpernickel bread, you might want to brush up on a few fun things to amuse your guests. Happy Turkey day, Lulu. Want more? Try these:

Lulu, Make For West Texas Before the Rest of the World Goes December-Crazy

Sizing things up in the Black Mansion (El Mansione Negro de los Espiritus Maligno) this darkish day, and it seems about time for a new ball gown for all of the wicked days we have approaching. Keeping a bit of darkness really bleakified in the approaching season of constant undignified, and unjustified silliness shall require some dark, dark arts, but luckily night deepens. So dark the nights, they practically ooze otherworldly vibrations, and our communications with those on the other side have become quite cordial. So many lovely creatures have massed here we're calling it Occupy West Texas. Yes, the ghouls, ghosts, the succubi and incubi and even spirits from somewhere beyond Sirius have arrived. There are our friends with tentacles, and many heads and, my, some sharp teeth. Through the clearing smoke of olibanum, myrrh, and sulphur, morning arrives after great all-night celebrations. The ghoulies melt into the shadows, but only to await twilight. We're all just hoping Lulu will arrive soon, before the world is besmirched by the horrible day of December that we never name. Run, Lu, run to West Texas. Nothing's jingling over here, be assured, as if it were the shrieks would drown out the jolly sound.

On the Crazy Trian... Again

Well, yes. Things in the Black Mansion have been a bit irregular, but that's to be expected in this foul locale. The irregular is de rigueur in this horrid hamlet. This, my dear readers, is Texas. All y'all should just recall that soma y'all are could someday find y'all's selves in Texas, and that's why we keep up this public service. Something wicked this way wanders and even under the waning moon we're haunted by a woman wailing for her demon... Oh, wait. Those aren't demons. Those are just the average residents of this vile ville. So, with no further ado about our nothings, we give you a musical diversion:

Ah, Fall Finally Falls on West Texas

Seventeen Evergreen - Polarity Song from Lucky Number Music on Vimeo.

Time to break out the sweaters. Head to toes sweaters if you're good.

Is it Snowing? Or are Those Just Wooly Aphids?

What are those tiny fuzzy little specks swirling around the the Black Mansion today? It isn't nearly cold enough for snow. No, those little white fuzzies are actually "wooly aphids" and they're pretty cute. More here.

Uh, Oh. Bad News For the Beehive

Hairstyle, that is. It seems that a few years back, (and yes, we were a bit behind on this, probably owing to our horrid locale) Japanese scientists found a new strain of bacteria that lives in hairspray cans. Oh, my. Somebody had better break it to the B-52s, but be gentle. In case you're wondering, and we know you are, the bacteria is called Microbacterium hatanonis. What will this mean for the future of hairstyling in West Texas? Hard to say. But we'll contemplate the matter while taking in some B-52s. A little Rock Lobster anyone?

Happy Day of the Dead