Arrowbash Ghosts

Amazon algorithms are hit or miss. Often, it’s just stuff related to my wishlist contents or, quite often, things already IN my wishlist – as if they need to give me a quick swift kick in the pants for me to stop lollygagging and just BUY IT ALREADY! Then other times, it’s something linked to the hemorrhoid crème you bought a decade prior.

But every once in a while, you’ll get an honest to goodness suggestion that has you tossing it into the one-click checkout that bypasses any choice of shipping address or payment method. Where’s it going, and how’s it being funded? Who knows! That’s all part of the fun.

So what, pray tell, got me to postpone my yearly Halloween baking article and log into Disqus to clear up all the article thread IDs that will certainly cause me issues down the line? Ghosts of course! Cute ghosts, happy ghosts, annoyed ghosts…even ghosts that aren’t ghosts! Bet you didn’t see that one coming. And you know what else you don’t see coming? (Ghosts of course…they’re see-through!)

Now I have to temper my excitement for a few seconds. The box that arrive was smaller than my fists, and while that’s not too surprising given all the gains I’ve made by punching downward, there were supposed to be 20 pieces inside. Amazon probably listed the size of each figurine in the listing, but remember that one-click checkout? I didn’t have time to actually research past the splash image. You can understand.

For some reason, I was anticipating Funko-sized characters. But given how those are only a dollar or two less, and you can’t really choose what you get, this still works for me – plus you get the whole set. Additionally, I’m not sure why some are wrapped a second time. There doesn’t appear to be any rhyme or reason.

Once you get everything out of the packaging, then you can begin to assign your life some meaning. You’re the proud owner of 20 resin ghosts made somewhere in China. There’s every chance that the material is toxic and causes cancer in the state of California, but last time I visited there, the off shade of rusty-brown in the sky gave me the impression that California causes cancer in Californians. Let’s not blame the innocent ghosts.

Do these look like the faces that give you cancer?

I think not. Below is a gallery so I don’t have to type anymore and can finish the weekend entries in the countdown. I don’t want to make any of them feel bad by playing favourites, but you know it’s the melancholy one in the pumpkin. Don’t lie to yourself.