Three years ago, I would have been worried about how many things I could be writing for Halloween at this time of the year. Five years ago, I actually would have a bunch of stuff written. This year, I’m about to go to work. Haven’t written anything Halloween related (or not) in far too long. Sucks to be me.

But this is still my favorite holiday. Happy Halloween.

I just spent a week without the Internet, which sucked, of course, but it was better than that too recent time when I had not computer at all.

But now I’m back and I will murder the world with electricity. No, that’s not the one. No, what I meant was I will do a haiku.

Haiku!

Molten Lava Man.
He has the power of flight.
But lava can’t fly…

I don’t know if there has ever actually been a Molten Lava Man. I don’t care. That is all for now.

Stupid thing that PDR does too often: Opening doors quickly and they smash into my toes. It isn’t a problem when I’m wearing shoes, but when I’m not it can hurt. Granted I do stuff that’s way stupider than that, but this one happens more often than those. That’s what makes those ones special.

Another stupid thing, is that I still haven’t got my sleeping schedule back on track. I think, if I were independently wealthy, I would just abandon the whole nocturnally/diurnal systems and just go to sleep when I got tired and wake up whenever I was done. It may not quite work all the time, but it would be less problematic than spending hours laying awake and trying to get to sleep, which is a great waste of a few hours.

And finally, I would like all Spanish-speaking people to say “Hijole” more often. It would please me.

I just got a wrong-number phone call on my cell in which the caller mentioned the fact that I work nights and asked me if “Mark” had called me with the news yet. Since I do work nights and I know Marq, I thought this was genuinely a call for me. It was easily the longest I’ve been on the phone for a wrong number. Strange stuff.

Anyway, I woke up late before work last night and have not yet been able to return to sleep today. And this after just righting my schedule after the last time it was messed up. I have literally wasted hours doing nothing but tossing and turning now. Sleep hates me. And I don’t care for it all that much either.

Finally, I’m thirsty. Someone bring me a glass of water.

Let’s see… Kip and I saw that Across the Universe movie. Not bad. Not much in the way of a plot, really, but maybe all musicals are like that, what do I know?

As I was walking home from the bus stop tonight some guys drove by yelling incoherently. The only thing I made out was “Allahu Akbar!” While I thought it was hilarious, I wondered shortly after if they were trying to be vaguely threatening by acting like “terrorists” or something. How drunk they clearly were really negated anything malicious they were trying to get across.

My ideal situation though would be that they were actually just really drunk and really thought God Was Great and felt like sharing. That would be nice.

In other news, I ate way too much candy today. I would do it again too. Try and stop me.

And finally: Inspirational lyrics to end my pose:

Kick, Punch, Turn,
I got the funky flow,
M-I-X the flour into the bowl.

Peace out.

Since I wrote this up to explain to someone else, I might as well use it here as well. This is the dream from which I am recently awakening:

“Well, I was on a bus. A bus only for superhumans and I was a Skrull who looked human. I, and who ever I was with (a man visually based on Coop from Megas XLR, who was also a Superhero but not a Skrull). We were riding the bus across town while I was trying to put up with the driver who kept complaining about Skrulls and “Coop” tried to keep me calm. I changed my shirt from Orange to Green in the hopes this would keep me noticing I was a Skrull (How that works, I don’t know, but it was the only shape changing I successfully did the whole dream. I did spend much time considering getting off the bus and flying home but I was sure I couldn’t remember how to shapeshift into a bird.)

As the ride continued, the other superhumans kept picking fights with us one at a time and the driver would always slow down to let us throw off those we defeated. He was starting to get to like us and was going to put a good word in for us (With whom? Unknown) until as we cross the bridge that led to our stop I was attacked by two guys and beat them up. The driver revealed that one of those two was his father. I asked how that was possible since they were both younger than him, but he just kicked us off the bus (we were now at our stop anyhow).

It seemed good until the bus driver must have changed his mind and the bus started coming after us. We ran (I tried to turn into a bush to hide, but could not remember how to do so). We saw the driver get off the bus with three men I recognized as Mr. White, Mr. Blue and Mr. Black (each had an AK-47 in their color) and they were chasing us. But Mr. Blue was secretly on our side and helped me beat Mr. White and the driver, then we talked Mr. Black into joining us too. The Four of us returned to the bus and our victory somehow activated our Transformer powers. “Coop” became Optimus Prime and had the voice and everything.

And I… still didn’t know how to transform even though I was now two species of shapechangers.”

I guess they’ve been cracking down on downloading music and stuff in Canada. That’ll show ‘em.

Haiku!

Incredible frog.
It can leap from here to Mars.
It’s a real leaper.

In other news, my passport application has been circulating the government system for a day or two, so soon I will have the ability to travel the world. I assume passports allow me to teleport. That seems right.