Mutterings of a Mad Woman

Yarp is the last of the original Underbiter clan.

Yarp is attracted to things that make noise, including horns, bicycle bells, whistles and drills to name but a few. The louder the noise, the more excited she gets. In all the fun, she risks being discovered by sounding a deep call of her own: YARP!

If you've ever been using a noisy appliance or gizmo and turned it off because you swore you heard something, chances are it was Yarp getting carried away.

Favourite foods include all things plastic and chalk.

Normally, I only blog about things related to monsters, art and Halloween. Today, I am going to break that rule (but will have a follow-up blog post to make up for it).

My darling Yetch has become 1 of 500 finalists who are trying to win a Nissan Cube. They are giving away 50 which means he has a 1 in 10 chance.

They judge based on interesting contributions (highlighted online and on the contestant's hypercube canvas) and votes. You can vote for any contestant once a day.

Yetch has even made his own website to show his nerd wizardry and enthusiasm for the contest (and all things open source/creative commons). He even made that drawing of the monster robot (so I'm almost staying true to my blog rules).

Vote for him once. Vote for him once a week. Vote for him once a day. Just please vote between now and May 15th. Hopefully he can stay in the top 50.

I think the car is neat, but I mainly want him to win because he's been so excited by the whole process. It would also mean the hideous forest green, dented car that acts as a planter in my back yard would finally be towed away.

With the dark shroud of flu lifting from my frame (and apparently shifting to cloak Yetch once more *sigh*), I emerged from my couch cocoon to finish the final details on these little pumpkins carved from Super Sculpey.

Skelespun. Of all the Underbiters, he's the most unpredictable and feral.

Note the scratches and scarring around his left eye; proof of many battles with rats, squirrels and neighbourhood cats. His victories have cost him - he has partial vision or complete blindness on the left side (I can't be sure how serious it is).

Skelespun is a scout, patrolling the territory for intruders. Though his eyesight is impaired, it doesn't effect his agility or skill. This may be because of the tiny spike on his head. It would appear our little friend's cranial appendage acts as an antennae of sorts, similar to the sonic radar of a bat.

Don't bother trying to sneak up on him.

He's nocturnal, preferring the darkness but is drawn to shiny things, collecting them like a crow. If your earring goes missing, or you have a broken zipper, Skelespun is most likely to blame.

Favourite foods include buttons and safety pins.