|"Wow, you must really be into Halloween"
||[Sep. 12th, 2007|09:13 am]
|||||The King's Noyse, I smell a Rat!||]|
So, getting quotes on yet another house repair (burn it to the ground, collect the insurance...no wait, update the insurance policy...) the guy takes one look at what we call "the outside room" that can be alternatively called "the giant closet of all things", "where Scary Perry lives 364 days of the year" or, as I now prefer "the part of my house that is not only falling off of it, but attempting to take the dining room with it"...
...he says "Wow, you must really be into Halloween."
7 Fog Machines, 3 fake flame units, one web-spinner, 26 masks used as prop heads. Boxes labelled: Crows, Hands, Eyes, Weapons, Spiders, and Miscellaneous Bugs. 2 Dremels, one electric foam cutter, six hot glue guns, 3 staple guns, and three boxes of spray paint, many fiddled with to create stone and weathered wood texture. Dragons, Bats, Vultures, Giant Mushrooms, a Cheshire Cat. Over 40 spotlights, with over a thousand feet of extension cords (that's an approximate, based on my lighting plan for last year being fulfilled, and for the first time ever, having extra!) Plus, wholesale quantities of burlap, cheesecloth, rubber eyeballs and gluesticks. That's what you can see from the doorway.
Thank goodness he didn't go in the outside shed where the coffins, throne of evil and tombstones live...
I wonder if I can barter any of it for repair bills....