Thumbs-up for real delurking!
Matilda is adorable.
I'm going to watch Castle and then sleep.
Fred: It's the pictures in my mind that are getting me. It's like being stuck in a really bad movie with those Clockwork Orange clampy things on my eyeballs. Wesley: Why imagine? Reality's disturbing enough.
'Shells'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
JenP - Oct 31, 2011 7:12:01 pm PDT #4151 of 30001
Connie Neil - Oct 31, 2011 7:14:50 pm PDT #4152 of 30001
brillig
Hubby managed to chat with an about-11-year-old who said they'd been told to just go to houses of people they know well. Hubby said, 'but how are you supposed to meet new people that way?" Girl's dad was not far away on the sidewalk. She seemed intrigued by that logic. He went on to say that Halloween is the night to talk to people you might not talk to otherwise, and to your grandparents and other spirits that might be nearby. Go, Hubby, with the "No, I'm not weird and to be avoided" thing,
But the girl only looked puzzled and said, "You're different." "But I'm differently different," Hubby replied. So more is added to the Mystery of the Guy on the Corner.
brenda m - Oct 31, 2011 7:15:16 pm PDT #4153 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
My sister rejected her own costume on ou way out the door Saturday night. Ended up wearing the dog's. True story.
le nubian - Oct 31, 2011 7:16:23 pm PDT #4154 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
I would have loved to talk to your husband back when I was a kid. But then, I just wanted candy and I was indiscriminate about which houses I went to.
Vortex - Oct 31, 2011 7:21:51 pm PDT #4155 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
My condo association does an annual haunted house for the neighborhood. This year's theme was a hospital for the criminally insane. I got to be a doctor cackling maniacally and holding up dripping intestines. And when the "director" said that hospital did cutting edge research, I got to hold up a bloody knife and screech "Yes, we are CUTTING EDGE!" with more cackling. So fun!
brenda m - Oct 31, 2011 7:23:32 pm PDT #4156 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I'm glad to hear that story after the unmember one. Depressing.
Eta: I meant Connie's DH's second encounter, but I guess unmembering could also apply to Vortex. In the after-hours version anyway.
le nubian - Oct 31, 2011 7:36:45 pm PDT #4157 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
Mommy, Vortex is scaring me!
Theresa - Oct 31, 2011 7:43:34 pm PDT #4158 of 30001
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
Castle made me cry tonight with their family dynamic. Friggin Castle! Then Buffistas got me all warm and fuzzy with their posting of wee Buffistas in halloween costumes on FB. Then Buffistas made me cry in email with their all being shiny and caring toward each other.
PS. Some of the Wee Buffistas are WAY too big and doing crazy things like walking and I'm pretty sure because I've been here since 2004, that some Wee Buffistas can in no way be such little people already.
aurelia - Oct 31, 2011 7:44:04 pm PDT #4159 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
#ThingsLongerThanKimsMarriage
Is it wrong that my first response to this was Firefly or shows from @CancelledAgain ?
Cashmere - Oct 31, 2011 7:58:35 pm PDT #4160 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
A couple of years ago, my dad, who adores Halloween, dressed up like a scarecrow--complete with burlap bag head and a 2x4 through the arms of his tattered denim jacket, sat quietly on their porch swing, waiting for trick or treaters to come up and ring the bell.
When they stepped up onto the porch, he leaped up off the swing. Some poor kids ran, screaming and terrified. My mom came storming out of the house yelling, "Dammit, Joe, I TOLD you not to scare the kids!"