They Had Me At Cupcake Shops

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I am the biggest fan of Weird New Jersey IN THE WORLD.


In my world anyway- which is pretty much just me, my dog- who is freaking AWESOME- my camera, laptop and my cool collection of neat stuff ( which consists of  things like gargoyles, some embalmers tools and a few casts of my family members teeth )


Weird NJ is the Promised Land for those of us who love to explore the odd and the macabre.  I’ve had to read the books and magazines and watched anything Weird NJ  on TV.

It fed my weird and curious little Soul.

Truthfully, I always felt a little cheated that Washington State didn’t have anything like Weird NJ. I’d go as far as to say I was downright embarrassed that we seemed so boring and normal.

So yesterday I find out  from about a half dozen emails from  some of my friends who know how much I THRIVE on strange and curious, that right here in Seattle we have our very own version of Mark & Mark- and that we are not so normal here out in the Pacific Northwest.


Meet Garrett ( on the left ) and Jeremy

Garret and Jeremy started to track  and map weirdness and what they ended up with was a to do list for anyone who believes that there is more of the world to see then places with good reviews on Yelp.

MAP LEGEND from Liminal Seattle

     Dark Forces: Lanyard Zombies, Drones, Corporate Death Zones, Cupcake Shops, Etc.
     Time Distortions: Travelers, Timehunters, “Deja Vu”, “Losing Time,” Etc.
     Mythologies: Pre-Shamanic Deer Cults, Radical Gnostic Animism, etc.
    Cryptoids: Bigfoot, Lycanthrops, Trolls, Ogres, Etc.
     Thin Places: Ley Lines, Magic Fountains, Plant Sigils, Portals, etc.
     Straight Up Ghosts: Creepy vibes, Poltergeists, EVPs, Stone Tape Theories, Class III Apparitions
    High Weirdness: Fortean Phenomena, Floating Toblerone, Things That Just Don’t Make Sense    Classic UFO: Close Encounters, Sightings, etc.
    Strange Animals: Bearing Gifts, Unusual Encounters, Fecal Divination, etc.
  Visions: Dreams, Visions, Mystical Experiences, etc.


What can I say-

They had me at Cupcake Shops.

I subscribed to the Newsletter HERE and I’m going to use the map.

Maybe I’ll discover a little weirdness of my own along the way-  fingers crossed!

Visit Liminal Seattle HERE

Read Press Coverage HERE


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All Who Enter Here


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When I was in my late 20’s I began to have crippling, brain scrambling Panic Attacks.

I’m not sure what kicked them off into high gear but they always followed the same pattern: I would wake up in the middle of the night thinking I was going to die and then after that thought took root I couldn’t breathe.

They were horrible. Even if I could get through the attack I was to scared to fall asleep. So on top of the attacks I began to suffer from the affects of lack of sleep- the worst one by far was depression.

So what did I do?

I read every book I could find about death.

I read books about forensics, I read about the process the body goes through after it dies and I also read medical articles about the process of death itself.

I even schooled myself on the customs and folklore concerning Death in cultures around the world.

This went on for a couple of years.

I understand now that this was a risky path- I could have easily taken what I was learning and topped myself off or it could help me overcome my fear of waking up in the middle of the night thinking I was going to die.

What I was doing was learning about the thing I perceived as my enemy so that I would know it for what it was if it did try to get me.

So did it work?

With what I learned I became a Mortician’s Apprentice, I write about death and ghosts with my own special twist. In fact, I think going down that path made me a better writer.

I also know it gave me a warped sense of humor and a lot of patience for the people in my life.

I also learned that Death wasn’t really my enemy.

It was the face I gave my fears and terrors- now I don’t jump from every shadow that falls my way. Now I can see them for what they are and deal with them.

So I can safely now say I learned  a lot from The Grim Reaper and that  he was one of the  teachers in my life that I can look back on and say, ” Wow, did I learn a lot from that one! ”

The specifics  beyond what I mentioned here are between me and my friend in Black. But. I’ll let you in on a secret- the other parts of those specifics are in what I write and in every single laugh  and giggle and  dream  I have.

Daily Addiction Prompt: Cope

Strange Finds

There’s an abundance of the odd and macabre on the internet- there are probably other things too but its  one big echo chamber and if you really want to have fun closing your eyes and playing  point and click is the way to go.


Here are a few things that I found a bit curious with some small effort and not a thought in my head.

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This is a coffin. Not for a dog- it’s for a human and I think it’s BRILLIANT.

Coffin by Joseph Ashong (better known as Paa Joe)

This is a great work of art- and I liked the price ( sly wink )

Max-Cast Sculpture and Foundry Services

I’m not sure which I like more- the black cookie or the rusty spoons that are suggested as a place setting.

Black Macarons- Recipe HERE

That’s what I’ve dug up over a few days and I am sure there is more out there to find.

Wish me luck!

Daily Addiction Prompt: Abundant

A Tail of Two Dogs

Yesterday I was walking my dog, Hamish Macbeth by a small dog park in our neighborhood when a dog who looked exactly like Hamish ran up to the fence and started to bark at Hamish.

When I say he looked like Hamish I mean he looked exactly like Hamish- the same smooth rounded brow, the same build ( Hamish is a bit more on the buff side, he’s pretty athletic ) the same dark brown coat with just a touch of a gold reddish tint that only comes out under bright lights.

If they stood side by side you’d have a hard time telling them apart.

The difference was, Hamish’s twin was mean and I’m pretty sure that meanness came from a lack of confidence and fear.

The dog that looked like Hamish tried to jam his muzzle through the fence. He backed up, ran at the fence again and snapped and growled.

I told Hamish to sit. I told him to ” look ” and his eyes went straight to my face.

Hamish’s twin continued to melt down.

” Give us five minutes.” the man with the dog said- he meant that me and Hamish would have to wait for them to finish using the little park. ” My dog won’t back down.”

There was no mistaking it. The man was bragging. He was proud of his dog’s behavior.

His dog was wearing a pinch collar- no judgment, I used the same one until I learned to help Hamish not pull so hard on his leash- he was about a year at the time and we  used it for less then two months.

The other dog’s collar was too tight.

I’m guessing this dog was wearing it because there was handling issues.

Hamish’s  collar and harness are a little worn out and a bit too loose. He’s good when we are out walking because he knows what to do, so I’ve been slow on replacing them.

When I was sure I had his full attention I said. ” Hamish. Walk.” And Hamish walked along and the dog followed us snapping and barking the entire length of the fence.

Hamish had his ‘job’ to do so his twin was off of his radar.

I took one more look to make sure- this dog and Hamish had the same exact face. It was uncanny.

But that’s where the resemblance ended.

Hamish’s eyes glow, they shine when he’s happy. That’s how my boy gets away with getting things like cookies and snacks from our visitors when they think I’m not looking, why strangers want pet him and when he used to jump I had a hard time breaking him of that habit because people were likely to laugh at him then to get angry or scared.

It did tug at my heart.

If that dog on the other side of the fence had been raised differently he wouldn’t have acted the way he did at the fence.

When Hamish and I were on the other side of the street the man took his dog out of the fenced area and his dog lunged, barking and snapping at a dog that walked by them. He barked at a ball that rolled down the hill towards them and he started to bark again when a car door slammed.

I looked down at my great dog- his tail was wagging, he was trotting , he knew he had followed his instructions from me to a ” T” and he was enjoying the moment.

Then I had a thought that shook me.

What if that man had somehow ended up with Hamish and I had ended up with his dog?

Hamish would have been on the other side of that fence- angry and scared and intimidating enough that people wouldn’t have wanted to get close to him.

Nobody would have ever known that this kind-hearted, happy go lucky dog was wrapped  up in all of that aggressive behavior.

The world would have been a little less loving and fun without a happy Hamish in it.

My heart broke a little for that dog who looks like my boy because I’m sure he just doesn’t just look like Hamish.

I knew he could have been like him too.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso