And so another month ends and another year ends. Before I even knew what hit me, 2007 is over and it is time for the Dark Lord Char’Nagh to make his rounds collecting sacrifices and delivering weapons or something.

Haiku!

New Years is a scam.
It’s the calendar makers.
They made it all up.

Beyond that I don’t know what I feel like saying, so I’m not going to say it. Unless it was that. Maybe it was…

I noticed last night that I have made it this far this year without getting a single Christmas Card. That works out much better than previous years when I’d be up to like three by now. Much better. That said, I have not been to my Grandmother’s yet. I’ll probably not end up with a card-free year, but at least it’s closer.

And since I decided that the theme for this post was “Cards” I now have to come up with something else on that topic. Years back, a friend named Adam invented a card game called Pivonka which had the most complex system of rules I ever did see. Unfortunately those rules are now lost. Someday I might have to go under hypnosis or something to make them come back.

I remember it was Adam and I who first sat down to play the game which he offered to teach me. He told me he picked it up during his travels in the Middle East. Now, I got that that part wasn’t true it took me far longer than it should have to realize that he was just making it up as he went.

And the best thing was that he made certain there was some rule in the game that made everyone playing have to back up and yell “Pivonka!” in shock or admiration or something. Good times.

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.

Okay, it’s the end of the calendar year (but more importantly, not the fiscal year) and you all know what that means, right? It’s time to make sacrifices to the Dark Lord Char’Nagh! Hooray! He prefers innocent souls, like robots and lizardmen, but any sacrifice will do.

Meanwhile, I didn’t care for much of 2006, I don’t think. I mean, I’m glad it was there and all, but it’s not going to be winning any awards from me. Except “Best Year of 2006”, but that one has no competition…

And I think this one really will be my last post of the year. Next year, I’ll do better.

So, I dream pretty much every night. It’s all usually pretty strange stuff and nonsense like you might expect from my mind if you knew it at all.

Last night I dreamt I fathered a child. That was messed up. There was going to be So many emotions and stuff. Doubt. Happiness. Confusion. Trepidation. Joy. Messed. Up. It’s been a long time since one of my dreams evoked so many damn emotions. I still feel strange about it. Also, the dream included me visiting England via the TransAtlantic Railway, which totally doesn’t exist, so it was not devoid of my usual strange stuff.

In other news, I’m pretty sure that I heard a guy refer to his Christmas Vacation as “Christmas Vacay”. I find vacation a strange word to shorten and do not approve of it.

That’s it.