Bag of skulls

From x-entertainment, The woman enjoys autumn much the same as me, but for her, I have to think it's at least partly due to my increased agreeability to random trips to Michaels. If you don't live near one, Michaels is a chain of arts & crafts stores. I've already complained about the woman's obsession with this place, and it hasn't let up.

During the Halloween season (Christmas too, to a lesser extent), I only raise my Michaels hate flag at half-mast, because the chain offers a spooky smorgasbord of booing bric-a-brac, and it's often stuff that none of the other stores around here carry. They also get a gold star for being one of the first places in town to sell anything Halloweeny, and the proof is in the blood pudding: It's barely September, and I'm already buying bags of skulls.

In fact, that's what the product is officially titled. "Bag Of Skulls." The shoe (or skull) fits, as it's five bucks worth of little menacing skulls neatly nestled in a black net sack — which itself has a bunch of smaller skulls built in! So many skulls!

What I really dig (ha!) about them is that they don't kowtow to society's usual call for all toy skulls to look perfectly gregarious. These are some seriously mean-faced skulls. After closer inspection, I noticed that they all have gigantic fangs, so they're not even supposed to be human skulls. It's a bag of monster skulls! I was on the fence about buying these, but a sack of monster skulls is definitely worth a fiver.

I can't find my giant Spider-Man figure, but picture him palming one of these babies. Totally sincere Shakespearean Yorick pose just waiting to be designed. I so need to do it. Where'd I put that guy?