Sometime last week I read Jules Verne’s “Journey to the Centre of the Earth”. I had been putting off reading Verne because when I read a book that has been translated into English from another language, I feel like I’m cheating or that I’m not reading it the way it was meant to be. However, I don’t read French so well (I blame the ineffectiveness of the school system that tried to teach me), so I really don’t have another choice. In any case, the book was good so I’ll probably be trying out more Verne even at the expense of feeling like it ain’t right.

Today there is an election in a foreign land. The nation of Patrick D Ryall has to work late tonight because of that fact (though it’ll likely be a night without much actual real work, just more waiting) but the foreign nation can make it up to me by electing correctly. Populace of America: Vote foe PDR. It’s the only sensible choice.

You know, I think, were I American, I’d actually vote this year. That’s something I never did as a Canadian. So far declaring my independence has worked out just fine.

And speaking of being American, the Nation of PDR spells a lot of words the American way, but there are some which me and my spellcheck totally do not agree on. “Traveller” for instance. “Harbour” is another, though generally I favor the “u” dropping. A vote for PDR is probably also a vote for him changing the official spelling of random words to the way he likes them with no heed for whatever anyone else says.

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.

Haiku!

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.