Hey, guess what. It’s a little known holiday called Halloween. I love when that happens, even if I’m not doing anything to celebrate it this year, really.
The ghosts are coming.
You ask why. I will tell you:
I told them to come.
Of course, Halloween has its down side. All those kids who will end up sacrificing themselves to Satan. What a waste. They could have sacrificed themselves to me instead…
Though I work tonight, I think I’ll try to watch some Halloween-appropriate movies this weekend.
Now, it may appear that I accidentally shaved my sideburns off, but in truth I only accidentally shaved one of them off and shaved the other to match. See? I’m not as stupid as it may appear.
In other news, I don’t have much other news. Except of course for the fact that I’ve grown three extra arms. But I think everyone got that this week…
Over the course of the last week or two I bought and watched the entire run thus far of 30 Rock. Having never seen the episodes in their intended order, it was nice to finally do so. It’s certainly a quality show.
I just had, my own self, one of those dreams where inside the dream you wake up but you’re actually still inside the dream. In this case, I probably should have realized I was still dreaming because of little facts like that it was Halloween (except actually it was 6 AM the following morning, but kids were still out) and instead of living on the tenth floor, I was on the third or so. Also I was growling constantly and unable to stop, making me think werewolf.
Prior to waking up the dream had been some sort of videogame style adventure I was on that I don’t remember all that many details except that I blew up a bridge after having successfully made a deal with a lady criminal mastermind simply by not being willing to steal the microchips I was supposed to steal from her.
So, what is the deal with high-heeled shoes anyway? Were I a woman, I’d be all like “These are stupid.” Would the world really be at all worse off if there weren’t high heels any more? Would they be that greatly missed? I suppose that if they did fade out of the mainstream usage, there’d be those who like them for nostalgic value, but they really seem kinda useless to me.
And then there’s neckties. What the chunks are those about?
I’ve complained about linear time being too fast for my liking and I’ve complained about not having anything interesting to write about. Those are my standard things I blame not writing here more on. Today I’m gonna blame something else: I was abducted by aliens. It isn’t necessarily true, but it’s good to have some variety in my excuses.
There were a couple questionnaires in the newspaper today. One for how depressed you are, one for how stressed out you are. According to the stress one, I’m living a good life. According to the depression one, I should be seeking medical help. Sounds about like I suspected.
Aboard the spaceship.
All the aliens were sad.
They had no robots.
The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel. That’s what I’m listening to right now. Good song. One of my favorites probably. I remember I looked it up on the Wikipedia once and it said it was supposed to be about the way the nation felt after JFK was shot, but it doesn’t sound right to me. If I were to pick my meaning, I would say it sounds more like a warning against people letting their interactions become hollow and meaningless.
But all of that and I still get the words mixed up in my head and replace them with “‘Your exploits have been sad and boring. They tell a tale that’s worth ignoring. When you’re alone, the words of your story will echo down the resthome hall” from the Simpsons. Ah the Simpsons. Good stuff.