content(Lo, if you choose to be Sexy Red Riding Hood or Smoking Hot Super Grover on this night, I salute you, because you're wearing a costume, and I don't question how other people want to celebrate this night of nights. But if you're doing it because you don't think you have a choice, or because you can't think of anything else, call upon the Great Pumpkin. He's the Squash. He'll hook you up.)
I spent last night with my mother and sister at the Pirates of Emerson Haunted House Park, where we demonstrated that sometimes money can buy happiness, since it was money that got us through the gates, and money that allowed us to spring for Speed Passes, thus bypassing the huge "night before Halloween, let's party at the haunted houses" lines. I also demonstrated my eerie spatial memory by tearing through the corn maze in less than ten minutes, trailed by a cluster of lost-looking thrill-seekers who had been wandering the maze for over an hour before I came through Walking With Purpose. Had I been one of the Children of the Corn trolling for victims, He Who Walks Behind the Rows would have eaten very, very well.
Today, my back is out, and so I'm wearing my Starfleet bathrobe (in Sciences blue) over slouchy jeans and an athletic shirt, representing the few, the proud, the bored Starfleet Academy graduate students. Give me replicator coffee or give me death.
Enjoy this holiday. The walls of the world are thin today, and whether your personal year turns tomorrow or two months from tomorrow, thank you for spending this year here, with me.
Trick or treat.
November 1 2011, 02:15:28 UTC 5 years ago
She came to look me in the face and said "I have good news, and I have bad news. The good news is, we are locked in here tight. No zombies getting in."
"Awesome," I said, as she pushed the button that slide me into the roach motel. "And, um, the bad news?" I shouted and the world became very small."
I heard her answer over the crackling head phones she had placed on me.
"There's no way for you to get out of thing without my help. The place is surrounding by zombies, and I have no idea when help may come. If ever. I am gonna microwave you like a tv dinner. Zombie or not...Mama's gotta eat."
Then she cackled impressively, and mad scientist jokes in between runs of the machine. Hard to believe, but she managed to make a horrifying exp a lot of fun. If any of my chemo nurses smiled, their faces would crack.
May the Lord and The Lady smile upon you.
May the Great Pumpkin light your way,
During this time of darkest night.
And when the Lord is reborn, may he
bring you many good tidings from
the other side...the truest source of light.
Blessed be.
November 1 2011, 14:49:51 UTC 5 years ago
Blessed be!