Showing posts with label skeletons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skeletons. Show all posts

Monday, November 23, 2009

Juan Cabana strikes again!

I must be losing a step. I had to find this floating around on Betty Bones' blog through my sister, DeMonica. I've posted finds about this guy, Juan Cabana before. Early on I didn't realize he's an artist, but now I really admire what he does. He's moved on from hoaxes, and is creating taxidermy creatures that never existed… at least as far as YOU know.

Juan Cabana Creatures on environmentalgraffiti.com

Here's his art at the original site that featured the hoax art.

This is one of Ira / Miguel's works of art: A mummified demon bat.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Mummy Kitty

The pic may be too graphic for some cat lovers, so I chose not to post it, but it’s a very interesting article linked here.
I never heard of this before, but apparently in old England cats were put into building walls as a sort of good luck charm to ward off evil. Sounds a bit twisted, if you ask me. Heck, it sounds a bit twisted even if you don’t ask me. What the freak was wrong with those wackos in historic times?

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Skeleton in the office closet

Want to buy a house complete with a skeleton entombed in the wall of the basement? Search no more. Your house is here in York, England. The house was built in the Georgian era when it was found that the basement contained the remnants of Roman burial chamber. Because of its historical significance, the skeleton is likely going to remain in place resting in peace as it should.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Ton of skellies

Something weird happened in Potters Bar, England some time ago, and construction workers are finding the clues. This link takes you to a story that will surely have follow-up soon. Someone was having an addition put on to their cottage when they started to find skeletons under the floor. Don’t ask me how they know, but they expect to find up to 40 of them by the time they finish digging. Could be foul play — could be a grave site. Either way, where there be skellies, there be ghosts; and now they’re disturbed and agitated.