Happy Hallo-choo!

This is last night in three pictures. Time was spent watching (and barely helping) Pizza Diarist transform himself into a wonderful glowing figure. Numerous Christmas lights and a Beastie Boys-style white jumpsuit were involved. Then we hit a party on John Street where I met a cat named Earl who had adorable paws with six toes on each one. Just like a Hemmingway cat! Also met various people, costumed and non. Then I discovered I was crazy allergic to copious amounts of cigarette smoke and I had to bail out early and go home and down some allergy pills and put on a cold eye mask in an attempt to halt the sneezing, sniffles and eye pain, which was really only halted when I passed out asleep. Good times!

Today Pizza Diarist thought I was retarded and in the minority because I borrowed a book from him and kept the dust jacket on it. Apparently dust jackets are not meant to protect books, as I once so naively thought. Rather, you must keep the dust jacket in tip top form and if the book is not water logged or is only partially burned, it's really just a bonus to it's overall worth.

Halloween approaches!

I've painted my nails in celebration!

Sometimes your plans will go awry.

I drew this based on part of a postcard I got today. It has a print of Theophile Steinlen's "Horrible fin d'un poisson rouge" (The End of a Goldfish) on it and I thought it was hilarious. Then I looked him up and found out that he's the guy who created this famous image, popular with artsies the world over. I guess I'm just uncultured to not have known this before now.

I also found one of these dealies on my way over to Pizza Diarist's place. It will adorn my bathroom door as soon as I locate my duct tape.

Hippo Stomp

"We're all Hippos rollin' down the river, Sometimes we can't touch the ground, Like Hippos slidin' in the water, Somehow we're stompin' around"

I got a wind up hippo at the dollar store today!

"Now you can see me lyin' down in my swamp, Any time I feel disgusted, You'll see me do the hippo stomp!"

- "Hippo Stomp" by Steppenwolf

I saw this poster on a light pole on the way home tonight and it made me very sad.

Wictsh!

(whip sound)

Many people died this week, causing me, as an obituary writer, to have a retardedly busy day.

On my way to work today I had to follow this guy for about five minutes. I never got to see his face, but I couldn't stop looking at him. From my vantage point, he looked like how someone I knew in elementary school may have turned out. Although I can't imagine that elementary school guy would now be that thin. Plus, I suspect he would probably be wearing a baseball hat, wherever he is.

Just in case anyone was wondering, I do actually have two elbows on my right arm.

"Hello?............HELLO!!!!"

I put many things on hold at the library. I then check daily on my online library information to see what has come in and is waiting for me to pick up. Despite this new knowledge, the library insists on having it's computer call me to tell me. They call me early in the morning when I'm asleep and I hate them for it. I have to yell in to the phone to get their machine to even respond to my voice. Then I hang up on them and they call back a few hours later.

America's Greatest Hits CD is waiting for me.

"Beer before liquor, get drunk quicker.
Liquor before beer, you like Pam Grier."

Love and Rockets

October is the best month because Rockets and Pumpkin Face Orange Gum is available at my local grocery store! Recently I stocked up on Rockets in anticipation of Halloween. Last year when I went out to get them near October 31, they were sadly all gone. Now, my pre-stock is also sadly almost all gone. The Pumpkin Face Orange Gum is also wicked, but the flavour only lasts about one minute. Like other sad events from my life.

....blarg

I do not get sick on rides. I just don't. I never have. I love them. Yesterday I went to the Maritime Fall Fair with a co-worker where I experienced ride sickness for the first time in my life. I had been sick off and on all week, but for some reason forgot about this in my excitement to ride shabby and suspicious rides put together by a travelling family of carnies with speech impediments. The first ride went well, going crazier than I thought it would. It had a snow theme for some reason. The second ride did me in. It involved spinning, which is why I had gotten on it in the first place. When we got off the ride, we got on the ferris wheel because I thought a tame ride would help. Halfway through the ride, I started to experience a feeling I hadn't felt in about 18 years. I started swallowing continuously in an effort to keep down the spew. I was actually holding my finger over my mouth a la Sylvester the Cat. I finally get off the ride, look around to see where I can retch. Only garbage cans and pavement. Suddenly, a puke burp erupts! Thankfully with no actual puke. I felt a bit better, and went on a few more rides, with similar results. Eventually, I had to cave in and stand by as my co-worker enjoyed more rides. I spent the rest of the time being sore at my body for turning against me yet again.