Great Moments In Branding: Nassau Avenue

I wonder if “SHAM” is a subsidiary of Dewey, Cheatem and Howe?

Miss Heather

He’s BAAAAACK!

The fiendish friend I like to call the Humboldt hurler!

On a lark I decided to swing back by my favorite haunted house to see how things are progressing. They have— indeed, progressed— what’s more, what their neighbor said last week was true…

IT DOES GET BETTER EACH YEAR! Here are a few highlights of the finished product*. Enjoy!

Mad scientist: check.

Ghoul gnawing on an unarticulated hunk of human flesh: gotcha covered!

What would a Halloween display be without a guillotine? LAME AS HELL, that’s what!

Mummies and ghouls and vampires, oh my!

I can’t really find the words to adequately describe this one. That’s okay. I don’t think there are any.

Dead man walking hanging.

Here’s a neighbor appreciating the final product.

Not only is the haunted house of Humboldt complete, but they’re firing up at night. That means live vomiting, kids! I have it on decent intelligence the vomit might be green this year —but I suppose the only way to find out for certain is to head back at night. As the woman married to the mastermind behind this diabolical creation so sagely said this afternoon:

He’s the one who does this, I just try to keep out of it.

Understood. In more ways than you can possibly imagine, comrade!

Miss Heather

P.S.: This post goes out to Tony and the fab folks on Humboldt. People like you are the reason I live in Greenpoint. YOU ROCK!

*You can see the rest here.

Boobification Photo du Jour: Queen Kong

I didn’t quite get the placement right (try taping a pair of tits to a wall while balancing on a standpipe) but I don’t think it diminishes the finished product very much. If anything it augments it— in more ways than one.

You know what they say: three tits are better than two!

Miss Heather

Borough Of Lost Clothes

There are troubled times we live in. You can see the pressure on people’s faces when you walk down the street. Whatever the source of this collective tension is it is pretty damned serious. Enough so that my fellow Brooklynites seem to be losing their clothes at an alarming rate. In the hopes that these errant articles of apparel might be reunited with their rightful owners I am posting them here.

Green Street: Scarf and Fozzy Bear panties

Manhattan Avenue: pair of white socks

Green Street (again): A solitary striped sock with a unicorn on it.

Ashland Place: corduroy shorts, brown cotton shirt, shoes.

If any of you have seen a chap at large (and very much au naturel) in Ft. Greene recently you might want to advise him his outfit (from October 5, 2008) can be located just across the street from BAM.

Miss Heather

Greenpoint Photo du Jour: Barracuda

It would appear that 97 Green Street “G1” is not Sarah Palin country.

Miss Heather

P.S.: You can see an enlarged image of the above-depicted flow chart by clicking here.

Halloween Photos du Jour: 85 Calyer Street

(or more than meets the eye)

Sunday evening the Mr. and I were walking down Calyer Street when we encountered this, a most frightening Halloween-feline-in training.

Intrigued, we went in for a closer look…

…and in so doing discovered a cache of seriously spooky goodness! I took a number of photographs but alas without the aid of a tripod they came out blurry. So at 5:00 p.m. yesterday I swung by this house for a second try.

Not only did I great some fun photographs (as you will see) but I met the man behind the woman behind this magnificent display of Halloween spirit. His name is Tony and he was whiling away the late afternoon by doing a little edge trimming and knocking back a brewski.

He was genuinely taken aback by my glee and gave me the scoop:

My wife does this every year. She just starts decorating, adding a little bit every night until she’s done. I never know what she is going to do.

The cobwebs are the latest addition. She added them this weekend. I really like the decapitated head gracing the top of the lamppost.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here!

This diminutive vampire graces their porch swing.

Protected by death.

I call this one “Specter with Siding”.

This work-in-progress really needs to be seen in person to truly be appreciated. I for one am making it a point to swing by on Halloween. That when Tony will dust off his special chainsaw (one with the chain removed from it) and fire it up “for the kids”. Hopefully he means “kids of all ages”. I really want to see Tony in action with his chainsaw!

Miss Heather