Archive for October 25, 2006

Just Say BOO and Call Me in the Morning

A few posts ago, bobciz commented that he just didn’t get the whole Halloween thing. That’s okay, bob, I’m here to help.

You see, in the pursuit of an acceptable adult lifestyle, it is necessary to abandon certain childish things. One minute we’re giving up our imaginary friend, next thing you know we’re wearing matching socks and depositing our extra money into in IRA. There is a distinct lack of Magic and Miracles in adulthood. Most of the time I can deal with this and keep my love of the tacky, shiny and socially unacceptable under control. But when it comes to Halloween and Christmas, all bets are off.

The first step to understanding Halloween is to forget its actual origin. It’s enough to know that Halloween is about costumes, things that go bump in the night and the ability to use orange, black, purple and acid green together without fear of arrest by the fashion or decorating police. It’s the one time a year you can have a discussion about the best way to display a bloody cadaver without people looking at you strangely. An opportunity to insert a little magic and imagination into our humdrum lives.

Even if I had no kids or grandkids, I would make a spectacle of Halloween and Christmas, I miss having a little magic and miracle in my life.

October 25, 2006 at 11:26 pm 20 comments

Ticking Clock and A Touch of Ranting

R.S.V.Ps for the party started rolling in yesterday. That’s no indication of how many kids will actually be here, people on the whole have no manners now days. There is this tendency to wait until the last minute in case something better comes along. That irritates me to death. Of course there is the possibility that they don’t know what R.S.V.P. means. But you’d think that little message on the invitation that says “who’s coming?” followed by R.S.V.P. with names and phone numbers would clue them in. Jazz and Bri were not only unterrified by Pap’s gruesome Pirate, they wanted to braid his hair and then spent an hour using the microphone to make him sing Christmas Caroles. Argh… the lassie’s are jaded scoundrels, ain’t they?

I’ve had to fight the word verification on my own blog for the last three days. It’s only on there because I kept getting these weird spam comments “I visited your site and didn’t find what I was looking for…click over here”. Half the time I can’t read the crazy letters they have strung together. Time to recite the Dr. John mantra…blogger is free, blogger is free.

October 25, 2006 at 5:49 am 23 comments

The free-lance writer is the person who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps. (Robert Benchley)

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