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We love Bibi’s box

Unfortunately as part of our effort to stop advertiser spammers from the site, we sometimes inadvertantly block people we didn’t intend to stop visiting. Bibi of Bibi’s box, one of the best blogs on the Internets, was unfortunately one of those. We’re sorry Bibi and hope everything is fixed.

Devout: Dolls and stuffed oddities

It’s been too long since we’ve had creepy crafts on MotHV. Tonight, take a peek at Devout Dolls’ Gashlycrumb Tinies:

Gashlycrumb Tinies

Click on the image to visit her site. She’s got some great stuff, and she’s part of an upcoming show in Seattle – I’ll have to try and check it out…

Fellow blogger of the night

Many dead things

Via Pharyngula comes this link to The Art of Alex CF: macabre oddities both drawn and fabricated. Alex creates such goodies as this lycanthropy research kit:

Werewolf? There wolf!
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How cool is that?

Monster sightings

Via the the comments, check out Monster Sightings.

The blog, a “distant cousin” to this one, is by author Susan Tyler Hitchcock, whose Frankenstein: A Cultural History is out this fall from W.W. Norton. (Definitely going on my wish list.)

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Spectral Highway

Take a trip down the Spectral Highway, a new horror blog off to a great start.

station wagon, RIP

I’m just overwhelmed by this place, the comfort and calm I feel reading these comments. I would be very happy if you’d be on the lookout in the next few days for someone who is frail, out on the street or at the market- wherever you happen to be, and just strike up a little conversation. That may sound like a strange request to you, but if you could brighten the day of someone who is lonely or afraid on my behalf that would be something I would love.

She wrote that on March 5 after posting that she had incurable cancer.

She died Sunday morning. From pastordan’s diary:

It is my sad duty to inform you that fellow Kossack station wagon also died early Saturday morning, with her sister and husband at her side.

Her husband sent me an e-mail this morning asking me to let the community know of her death. According to his note, she died after a two-day downturn, and was spared a lot of pain and suffering.

Here is the Hopi prayer he posted:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
On the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
My Spirit is still alive.

station wagon was a regular commentor in my happy story diaries and as many many point out in a tribute here she was an intelligent and generous person and that came out in her words.

Here’s an exchange I had with station wagon in September 2005 to give an example.

Her announcement of her cancer inspired my first Let’s fight cancer diary.

I’m probably best known on Daily Kos for when I wrote happy stories on Friday nights.

Tonight, I want to tell you about the worst day of my life. Then I’m going to ask you to help me do something about it.

I loved my father a great deal. He was a good, decent, hard working man. He worked his eight-hour shift at the paper mill as a mechanic and electrician and then came home and worked on the farm often until dark and sometimes beyond.

One cold January night when I was 19, the two of us were digging a trench to run electrical wiring underground from the house to a new barn.

“Boy, I just can’t seem to catch my breath,” he said, leaning on his shovel.

My father never took sick days. The only time I recalled him missing work was when he passed kidney stones.

He went to the doctor about his shortness of breath. The doctor scheduled a biopsy. I remember well the growing feeling of fear as we sat in the hospital waiting room. My younger sister left because we did not know how long the procedure would take. Soon after she walked out, we saw the doctor coming down another hall and I raced to get her. The two of us sprinted back. The biopsy showed he had inoperable cancer. It had been in his lymph nodes and spread to his heart and lungs. The doctor told him he had less than a year to live.

That night my mother’s best friend from childhood came out to the farm after she finished working her shift at the hospital.

My mother had known when she was 10 years old she wanted to marry my father. He joined the Navy at 17 during the Korean War and was stationed at Norfolk, Va., when she turned 18. He sent an engagement ring to her friend and arranged for her to be at my mother’s when he phoned to propose and then her friend slipped the engagement ring on my mother’s finger. That night she was there to explain my father’s cancer treatment options to my mother and to comfort her. I walked her out to her car and then I cried for a long time on her shoulder. Twenty three years later I can remember how wet my face was with tears.

Twenty three years of life later, that remains the saddest and worst day of my life. Even his death seven months later was not as sad for by then death was a release for him.

I often wish my father was still alive to see my daughters and to see them sitting beside him on the tractor just as he did my brother’s daughters. I would have liked that. He was a good grandfather.

Many of us have seen the scourge that is cancer in our lives, either in our own or in those we love. Mcjoan’s brother. Jane at Fire Dog Lake is fighting it again. Dreaming of Better Days is undergoing treatment for it.

Now station wagon:

sad news and a BIG F-ING PROBLEM (78+ / 0-)

in stationwagonville. It has been 11 days since I went to my doctor with nausea and vomiting and a distended upper abdomen to an appointment with an oncologist yesterday who told my husband and me that I have advanced, too advanced to treat, liver cancer. Monday I have a biopsy on the tumors literally squeezing out functioning liver cells to see if the cancer is primary or secondary- they have not been able to locate any source outside of my liver. But the oncologist has a hunch that it might be my pancreas- which can be hard to see even with a CAT scan. If it’s secondary, chemo might be able to buy me a little time, but the prognosis is grim. We can’t process this all at once (mercifully) we keep cycling between waiting to wake up and being overwhelmed with sadness for our kids and other loved ones.

Liver cancer is a mean mofo. Symptoms don’t usually show up until it’s too advanced to treat.

I love you all, Kossacks. I just needed to come here and dump this out. I’m going to watch a movie with my son now. I’m grateful to all of you for giving me a learning place and a haven.

In order to hide their embezzlement behind a posse of demented hicks, Republicans’ slogans must be short and superstitious. Grand Moff Texan

by station wagon on Sat Mar 03, 2007 at 08:51:36 PM EST

Prayers are important. I know enough about cancer that amazing treatments are being developed. Cancer treatment has come along way since my father died of it in 1984. And I know — I absolutely know — that miracles occur. The kind of miracles that leave doctors and nurses shaking their heads in wonder.

But I want to fight this terrible disease.

If I could, I would lace up my steel-toed boots, jump in the truck and drive to Cancer’s house, and beat it out of existence with a ball bat.

I can’t.

I can’t do research for a cure, I can’t treat patients, I can’t donate millions of dollars for treatments and research.

What I can do is write.

I can advocate.

When Daily Kos and the blogosphere is best at doing is making phone calls, writing letters, pushing an agenda. We’ve done it during elections. We’ve done it over Supreme Court nominees and against hateful right wing columnists.

Cancer is a terror we should be fighting. More people die of cancer each year than ever will die of a terrorist attack. Cancer terrorizes the victims and the families.

But the funding to the National Cancer Institute is a pittance of that spent on the Department of Defense.

I am not asking for us to fight against death. Death is as natural as life. Our mortality is what makes each day count and our time on earth is better by knowing that.

But I am saying we can work to eradicate a disease that is horrific.

We need to give those doing the research and providing the treatment all of the tools they need. Just as we’ve fought and made calls to make certain our soldiers have body armor, we need to make sure our cancer researchers have everything they need at the frontlines of fighting cancer.


I’m not sure if this is the best approach. I’m all for fully funding the NCI. It should receive bipartisan support.

President Nixon founded the NCI. Cancer touches all of us regardless of party. In an interview with David Frost, President Nixon was asked what he was most proud of during his presidency. Nixon said that above normalization of relations with China, ending the war in Southeast Asia, the nuclear missile treaties with the Soviet Union, he was most proud of creating the National Cancer Institute. Nixon had lost a beloved sister to cancer. He understood the need to eradicate this dreaded disease.

What I’d like to do with this diary tonight is brainstorm. I believe a letter to a Congressman calling for specific action is always better than a generic letter. Should we blanket legislators with letters calling for full-funding for NCI? Should we target a specific committee or legislators? Is there other legislation we should focus on?

I’d also like to hear if this idea is worth urging other blogs to join in with. Fire Dog Lake would be a natural. Is it possible to make this a blog swarm across the Internet and what’s the best way to do that?

Please give me your ideas below. I’d like to take those ideas and develop from them an action diary. In doing the research in trying to develop an action plan, I felt overwhelmed by the need.

There’s a part of me that wants to see the eradication of cancer out of revenge for the death of my father. But stronger still is to see it ended out of those we love today. And love gives us our greatest strength of all.

The world seems darker today, but it is a better place for giving us people like station wagon and Steve Gilliard to love.

Steve Gilliard, RIP

Steve Gilliard, one of the best in blogging, of The News Blog died at a much too young age.

It is with tremendous sadness that we must convey the news that Steve Gilliard, editor and publisher of The News Blog (, passed away early this morning. He was 41.

To those who have come to trust The News Blog and its insightful, brash and unapologetic editorial tone, we have Steve to thank from the bottom of our hearts. Steve helped lead many discussions that mattered to all of us, and he tackled subjects and interest categories where others feared to tread.

I suspect Steve is already with God asking his questions in his determination to make the world a better place.

More on Steve here (a great post by Steve revisited by Meteor Blades) and here and a very good one by Jane here.

Carnacki’s List of Top 10 Favorite Vampires

In answer to questions posed by Ardeth Blood and a long-ago emailer, my favorite vampires:

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Bodhi from Baldur’s Gate II is No. 9 on my vampire list.

1. Lucy Westenra. From the original Dracula and from my novel, The Mystery of the Haunted Vampire. She plays with her victims.

2. Dracula (Marvel comics version 1972-1979). This was the version that I grew up reading and my first introduction to vampires.

3. Dracula (1932 movie version). Classic.

4. Valeria. The vampire at the heart of The Traveling Vampire Show by the late Richard Laymon arrives late in the novel and after a long build up she does not disappoint.

5. Marcilla/Carmilla/Mircalla Karnstein. Ingrid Pitt plays a vampire who changes her name to live with and seduce her victims in The Vampire Lovers.

6. Spike. I’ve got to go with Blondy Bear over Angel. “You listen to me. I’ve been alive a bit longer than you and dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine and done things I’d prefer you didn’t. I don’t exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood which doesn’t exactly rush in the direction of my brain so I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years and there’s only one thing I’ve ever been sure of. You.”

7. Dracula (1992 Dracula version). The best is when Gary Oldman is playing the old version of Dracula, entertaining Jonathan Harker at his castle in Transylvania. Amusing, dangerous, congenial, maniacal all in one and all believable as a vampire.

8. Dracula (original novel by Bram Stoker). The original vampire version of Dracula has got to be on the list, but his low ranking is due to the fact that the Count does a lot of fleeing from the hunters and spends more time than he should seducing the women. Nevertheless, he does feed on a baby and turns the wolves on the child’s mother when she arrives at the castle doors so he’s got that going for him. It was a lot of fun for me trying to figure out why Dracula traveled to London when I wrote my novel.

9. Bodhi. Possibly a surprise pick, she’s a vampire in the computer RPG Baldur’s Gate II: Shadows of Amn. She’s the sister of the game’s lead villain, who turned to vampirism after being punished with a curse to strip her of her elven immortality. She appears to enjoy the dark nature of vampires immensely and the character’s avatar moves with a speed and grace to be expected of a vampire.

10. Kurt Barlow (Salem’s Lot by Stephen King). He revels in evil. He doesn’t suffer remorse like many other modern fictional vampires. He wants to drink blood and kill. Plus he owns an antiques shop in a small New England town. How could he get more evil?

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