Post Halloween Post –

Only one holiday makes me giddy like a little 
kid – and that's Halloween.
  
More than a few places on this planet cause 
that same child-like feeling in me – Disneyland 
is one of them. Combine the two and I'm done for 
– in a good way. ;)
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The best thing about Disneyland is the tiny details 
that sadly, most people miss because they are too 
busy running from one ride to the next. 
Here are a few shots I took when we visited the Dis 
on Friday, October 30th, '09:
  
Let's begin with a shop that I could spend a large
fortune in, "Disneyana." Here are a couple of close-
ups of goodies in the window and in the store:
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Art2
Art3
  
And speaking of windows, here is my favorite - 
I always have to take a peek at this one
no matter what time of year it is. Look closely - 
so many amazing goodies in here!:
Window
  
  
The detail of Fantasyland's architecture 
always thrills me:
Fantasyland1
 
Fantasyland2
Have you ever watched the window above Snow White's
Scary Adventrue? Just about every twenty seconds,
the Evil Queen peeks out of the window:
SWQueen
FantasylandClock
It is said that the clock above (and below) is set
to the exact time Walter Elias Disney died.
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Most of the time you can find me in
in New Orleans Square. As I am quite
fond of the Victorian era, and simply
MAD about "Tim Burton's The Nightmare
Before Christmas," you can imagine how
I drool over the Haunted Mansion Holiday
attraction every year:
Mansion
I get a kick out of Main Street, too.
You can only see the pumpkins if you look
closely:
MainStreet1 MainStreet2
(Just FYI - In his younger days, Steve Martin
worked in the Main Street Magic Shop. :) )
MainStreet3
Thank you so much for letting me share my love for
the Dis with you. If I make it back before Christmas,
I'll take more pix and post them here. 
May your holidays be filled with warmth and loved ones.
XO
G.

HALLOWEEN Post – Count Vlad Tepes in “Remember Me.”

The following scene was removed from the story because it was originally  in Vald’s point of view. 
I thought I’d resurrect it for Halloween:

 

     “Remove your hands from around my throat, Vlad. I will answer the summons to attend the countess when I see fit and not before.”

 

     Count Vlad Tepes was one of the Lords on the High Council of vampires and their queen, Countess Erzebet Batheroy, had been his obsession for hundreds of years. He would do anything for her, even go as far as allowing the queen’s many lovers access to her bed.

     “She wants more than a word with you, Pup. It would be considered wise if you were to bow to her wishes,” Vlad hissed in Dacious’s ear.

     Dacious seized the count’s wrist and freed himself from Vlad’s grip. “I bow to no creation,” he growled.

     Vlad laughed insincerely. “Perhaps not, but were you to lay yourself at the feet of Erzebet, you would find more pleasure at the mercy of her hands than any highly-skilled whore could ever give you.”

     “You heard what I have to say on the subject,” Dacious pronounced. He turned from Count Vlad Tepes and walked away.

      At once, Vlad materialized from a mist in front of Dacious in order to hamper his steps. “Do not turn your back on me, Pup!” he ground out, his fangs emerging beneath his parted lips.

     Without batting an eyelash, Dacious turned invisible and walked through the infuriated vampire.

     Vlad froze. No mist. No other form had the Pup chosen for his transition, as was the way of the brethren. He turned away casually, pretending the nonexistent mode of transformation hadn’t ruffled his feathers in the least. However, his mind raced.

      Silent suspicion pierced the night air around him.

     His queen had wanted the pup for a bedmate since the first night Dacious came to court. Vlad scoffed, good taste can be so subjective.

 

     Erzebet was his, damn it. His hands flexed into fists. Was it not himself who’d rescued her from that horrid little walled-up room and made her immortal? A deep primal growl threatened to escape from him, but he forced a breath through his nostrils instead.

     Something was odd about the Pup. He’d always known it, but now he could smell it.

Dance (and sing) Macabre –

If your darker side peeks through more oft than naught like mine does, you may find this interesting. While doing research with another author for period music (mid to late Victorian) I ran across this English translation of a poem which inspired the French composer, Camille Saint-Saens to write one of my favorite pieces of music, “Danse Macabre”:

Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,

Striking a tomb with his heel,

Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,

Zig, zig, zag, on his violin.

The winter wind blows, and the night is dark;

Moans are heard in the linden trees.

White skeletons pass through the gloom,

Running and leaping in their shrouds.

Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking,

You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers.

A lustful couple sits on the moss

So as to taste long lost delights.

Zig zig, zig, Death continues

The unending scraping on his instrument.

A veil has fallen! The dancer is naked.

Her partner grasps her amorously.

The lady, it’s said, is a marchioness or baroness

And her green gallant, a poor cartwright.

Horror! Look how she gives herself to him,

Like the rustic was a baron.

Zig, zig, zig. What a saraband!

They all hold hands and dance in circles.

Zig, zig, zag. You can see in the crowd

The king dancing among the peasants.

But hist! All of a sudden, they leave the dance,

They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.

Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world!

Long live death and equality!

 

Ah, the seduction of the dark side –

😉

G.