now it's getting late

harvest moon tonight.
it is too overcast here to see it; damn.

today was also our first snow of the season-- hence the overcast sky.

october is the flagship of halloween. i don't know what to dress as yet.


ideas include:

(arranged largest to smallest)

No Jacket Required
(Not Phil Collins. Big difference.)

SATAN


Mac Tonight

So ya. Not too sure yet.

One thing i am sure about though-- i need to get winter boots, stat. In an effort to force myself to act i threw my old ones out. I might just end up wearing shoes with bread bags on them all winter. And that's 'okay'.

Dear media, shut up about super fruit.

Back in the day, the seminal goth rock band Sisters of Mercy made a t-shirt that said "fuck me and marry me young" on it. it is a lyrics from the song "Driven Like the Snow", which is featured on the fabulous album "Floodlands". i have the record.
i have been trying to find it since the internet was invented. if anyone wants to get me the best b-day present ever, steal that shirt from a skinny goth and mail it to me.

Or if you're looking for a gift idea that is less mysterious to acquire but much much more expensive, i want this painting by Kris Knight (weirdly enough he has a painting called "fuck me and marry me young"...hmmm):

i am worth it.


Norwegian crispbreads, German cheese, and Yukon tomatoes-- here's to living in a first world hell!

i'll show you a few things about saving daylight

i don't know what i'm doing. how about that?
do you guys ever not know what you're doing? oh ya. cool. that makes me feel waaaaaay better.

in an unrelated story, daylight savings time once again crept up on me like the unwanted pervert it is. at least it got an hour earlier meaning i woke up at 3 instead of 4. very productive day.
a real series of productive days.

halloween essentially renders the week before it and the days after it utterly useless, at least for me. This is likely due to my excessive attachment to halloween and undying devotion to its cause, which ends up gobbling my time and most especially distracts me from anything tangible. this year i was alice in wonderland which made returning to reality even more controversial and challenging.

It is possible, nay probable, that i am still just wandering aimlessly trying to get tips for life and direction from flowers. it is sort of like friday, saturday, and sunday were all just one big weird day together. Maybe halloween should just be spread out to take up a whole weekend to save everyone. Or forsake everyone. One of the two.

the greatest good for the greatest number

it keeps snowing little bits but not enough to be winter, just enough to be inconveniently slippery.
Rocktober, you're the one.
Maybe october is my favourite month? That might be based largely on halloween though-- hard to say. I have yet to decide upon a costuming scheme, though i do have a few "good" "ideas". I am always so tempted to go for the conceptual costume, but i fully realise that will only serve to make me look like even more of an art fag than i already do. Concept costumes also run the risk of being really unclear to the outside viewer and necessitate constant explanation, which can get tiresome, nay impossible, as the night ( and her drinks...oh the night's ghoulish drinks) goes on.

Do you have to soak barley before you cook it? i have no idea, so i opted for yes. I guess i could use the barley water in olde-timey cure fashion. I think it's supposed to be good for jaundice, which i clearly have by now.

{non sequitur break}

I had a fairly elaborate dream about Penguin Park last night (which is impressive because
a) i don't sleep much, which cuts down on the dreams b) i usually have nightmares and c) i was crunk to the maxxxx, which often results in me forgetting my dreams).
Remember Penguin Park? That depends entirely where you're from and how old you are.
It was also called Penguin Village. I don't remember which name came first. Regardless, it was a kick-ass (maybe?) water park in Saskatoon when i was a kid. It had some really vertical slides and one of the kind you go down in a tube. Sweet. I figured i'd be able to regale (and i use the term loosely) the blogosphere with pictures of how kick-ass it was, but i'll be damned if i can find one on t'internet. Bizarre. My quest for Penguin Park pictures did, however, lead me to this confusingly named destination:

Yes, Noah's Ark Waterpark. It's everything you dreamed of a biblical waterpark. According to their website,
"Noahs Ark Water Park in Wisconsin Dells is a destination that you don’t want to miss. With 41 waterslides, 2 wave pools, 2 endless rivers, 5 gift shops, 12 restaurants & outdoor lounges, 18 hole mini-golf, 3 arcades, and 1 incredible adventure, Noah’s Ark is definitely worthy of the title of “America’s Largest Water Park.”"

sign me the fuck up. Watersliding and vague religious references: my two greatest passions aligned.


parting questions:

how did i get to these Pyrenees Mountains?

where is my Bloc Quebecois campaign sign?

why does my broken 'k' key now cause random ks to appear when i press other keys?

what should my thematic approach be for my radio show on friday?

what would you be if you were in the circus?

who's the owner?