It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

Well, some people around here have *finally* gotten the memo that the 2005 Holiday Season has begun!  You people are only a few weeks late, nobigdeal.

However, there are some still holding out.  You know who you are.

Today I passed the most phenomenal house on the way home—they have the house outlined in Halloween Orange lights, a (ginormous!) blow-up Snoopy in a Halloween costume, a (huge!) blow-up jack-o’-lantern, and a bunch of other stuff I have forgotten and/or could not see as I drove past.  They rock.  

I’m tired, but I’m happy; that house *majorly* cheered me up!  And here I was, thinking that I was the only one who’d broken out the Nat King Cole Christmas CD.  :-D

And check out these Extreme Pumpkins!

Meg has decided that she wants to go back to Casino Windsor; now, I don’t know if that means for a few days (i.e., over Thanksgiving mini-break) or for longer (i.e., over Christmas break), and I guess she’ll tell me later, but I’m up for it!  I think she has some tournament over Christmas’ break, so I am thinking that she means over Thanksgiving extended-weekend.  This is good, because it will give me an excuse to take a much-needed break, but bad because I have been looking forward to celebrating the holidays with Squooshable.  :-)  I have already more or less picked out his costume and everything for Halloween, and I just *know* he would love it if I made a turkey for Thanksgiving and gave him some.  Or a lot.  

I couldn’t put a costume on Romeo—he’d bite me and tell me that it was undignified.  Romeo has a really short fuse for things like that.  Squooshable is a little easier to get along with in that respect; if it involves food, Squooshable would let you do anything to him.  

So I don’t know.  I hate the thought of Squooshable spending Thanksgiving in storage.  And I am even less sure about leaving him home—the Romeo and Weebie still hate him.  Eh.  I’ll worry about that later.  For now, I’m just concerned with what I am going to do for Halloween; the last two years, I’ve spent it at home, just hanging out.  And Halloween *used* to be my favourite holiday!  Well, I was a goth and it was required of me, else they’d revoke my union card (Goth Local 666).  So this year I am all ready to be old and do nothing again, but someone I work with wants to have a small get-together, and go see The Devil’s Rejects.  I’m not quite sure how to bow out of that one and remain rudeness-free.

It has nothing to do with not wanting to socialise; it’s the stupid movie.  House of 1000 Corpses was a total piece of stupid trash, and I don’t mean in the same good way that like, The Long Kiss Goodnight was a total piece of stupid trash (“Chefs do that!”  “What—make bad movies?”; lord, that film wants audience participation *sooo* bad!) :-)   Ho1kC was just damn *dumb*.  The beginning was ok, and I guess the middle could have sucked worse, but about the time the kids were all hauled out into the field in FREAKING BUNNY SUITS, I was sitting on the sofa (at someone else’s house), clapping and singing “This is the movie that has no end…”  And in that same part, someone was cool enough to put Crowley’s poem, The Poet (mangledly playing on the tape recorder) in, but then never did anything with it.  How stupid.  

And yes, I know Crowley ‘cos for a while I tried Alternate Religions before just deciding to suck it in and admit to everyone that I actually am just a boring ol’ agnostic.

Well, I had to—that goth union thing again.

Butsoanyway.

I was watching it with friends, and finally had to ask; “Why in the hell are they in bunny suits?”

Well, questions like that nag at you, you know?

So why *are* they in bunny suits?  Easy.  And I figured out that answer myself, too.  They’re in bunny suits, ‘cos they’re not *not* in bunny suits.  It’s this whole Zen-thing.  

Well, it makes sense to me.

Ok, not really, but thinking about it any further gave me a migraine, so I took the Zen Easy-Out.  Zen Easy-Outs work with all kinds of things.

Butsoanyway.

So I have zero interest in watching the sequel.  Violence for violence’s sake is not ever “horror”, it’s mostly just stupid.  But I haven’t come up with a good way out yet.  Maybe I will just say that I have to take Squoosh trick-or-treating.  

Well, it *is* his first Halloween.