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Andy celebrates his birthday on Halloween. No jokes nor wisecracks allowed, it’s too easy… too easy… ENOUGH!
But if you ever, ever call it Andyween again… just kidding. Go have a beer. Tomorrow you can sit down and start writing ten words for NaNo and just make up for the other few thousand the day after that.
NaNo is so not me.
Tony has the scoop on an Aliens vs. Predator Movie. I’ve played this game almost ten years ago in the arcades and I’ve been wondering how long it would actually take before a movie came up. Damn, what a long time it has been.
Zombyboy has the perfect suggestion. Ladies can be Courtney Love and it doesn’t matter if it’s Before, During, or After either.
It’s the Devil’s day, or so I was told, growing up listening to thumb-up-ass Catholic old fart priests. Yep, this is the night where the devil roamed free.
Growing up in the Philippines Halloween was hardly festive. The rich people participated in it. They had fun. As for the average folks, and the poor ones, well, it wasn’t exactly the best day to be running around asking people for candy. All sorts of stories would float in the media surrounding this day; of poisoned or drug-laced candy, of stalkers, and house break-ins. The fear wasn’t exactly a matter of having fun.
I never got around to actually enjoying it. Of course, the token decor sold cheap at the chain bookstores would appear in school. No one actually believed the bullcrap about any evil silent runnings involved with this holiday. It’s not like celebrating the day would have turned us all into pagans who run naked howling at the moon, nope.
My first Halloween that I dressed up for was in 2000. I didn’t want to spend any more money than I had to so I bought myself a few bandages, some clips, and tried to find a used neck brace (which I couldn’t). I wrapped my face up, bothmy arms, got an old rave shirt that suffered a few cigarette burns while dancing with bombed-out preps, spattered some blood on it, and called myself a car crash victim. The lady at the front desk of the club that I frequented recognized me immediately; how she did, I may never know.
Beyond any existential musings of the sort about this day, I do appreciate it as a day to be silly, to have clean fun with the kids, and to actually have an excuse to be hanging out with young ones, especially since there are real dangers that do not respect nor consider calendar days, as Kate points on in her entry here., along with her reasons for not liking this holiday.
Michele, on the other hand, is loving every minute of the day and she does mind that the entire holiday has been infected with the politically correct bullshit that seems to be thick enough in the air to be able to cut through it. Oh and yes, she is cutting through it best as she could.
I wish I could go trick or treating with her. I still don’t know what to wear tonight.
I really don’t know what prompted that Stevie Nicks lyrics for a title. Maybe because I just heard the song on the radio?
Actually, I’m pretty surprised and thankful that Craig noticed me in his linky love. I don’t think I’ve sent him a TB or a link his way in the past ten entries, and now I feel a tad red-faced. Yep, he seems to like James Spader too.
Thanks Craig.
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