Going Ape

Another anti-Halloween dildo in action. And, of course, a faked story...

Gorilla Suit Attack a Fraud

Yawn

Winterish weather finally has arrived, although no snow, yet; that all appears to be north of here for now. But the blustery, rainy-cold thing is going on, now. Glad for steam heat, that's for sure!

I keep waking up around 3:30-40, legacy of daylight savings. I wake up early, anyway, so roll that clock back and it's super-early for me. Gonna take a bit to get back to waking up only crazy-early, instead of obscenely early.

Dino is extinct

Aw, Dino De Laurentiis died. The man who gave us "Conan the Barbarian!"



I loved that movie as a kid (which I first saw at a drive-in with my family, long ago). The above clip amuses me. *snicker*

Misfit?

Looks like Glenn Danzig pitched a diva fit.

The line in the above about him being little taller than the average dwarf made me snicker.

http://blogs.citypages.com/gimmenoise/2010/11/danzigs_cancele.php

And the line in the above about maybe the room not being big enough for his ego made me laugh out loud.

Oh, Glenn, what happened to you? You were amusing, once, long, long ago...


Misfits, "All Hell Breaks Loose"

Making Plans for Nigel

It's Nigel Tufnel Day, 11/11!

Make today go to an 11!

Big Bottom

Next year'll be a particularly Taptastic time, since it'll be 11/11/11!

; )

Trippy

Ever have a day like this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcUi6UEQh00

Of course not. Nobody ever does. Bahahah! The babe at :34 is my favorite, busting some serious moves! That was from way back in 1972. Trippy!

Red Balloons

A moment on my commute that was odd and pleasantly so -- the light fading thanks to Daylight Savings and such, the lights at the display at Old Navy were vivid downtown. Lots of shoppers milling in the half-light, skyscraper shadows looming large, crazy constant black preacherman at the curb in a suit, like always, with his portable PA system, haranguing the shoppers as he always does, and as my bus turned, two gals in cranberry red outfits -- like slacks and sweatshirts, each holding a red balloon on a red bit of line, giving each other a hug as the bus rolled by, the lights a blur. It was a cool kind of snapshot moment, something I wish I could have filmed. The combination of the angle of the bus as it turned, and the tiny curbside tableau, it just momentarily mesmerized me, and then there was a feast of display lights, big and white, shaped like arrows, pointing back at the scene.

What the Fawke?

I forgot about Guy Fawkes' Day, yesterday. I always do. Not like it matters, being an American, but it's fun just because of the creepy masks and being able to say "Fawkes" with impunity. I had one of these masks a few Halloweens ago, but think it's been misplaced after the move. Or else it's sitting in some costume box somewhere, maybe in storage.

Chillin'

Man, Winter's here for sure. It's autumn-sunny, but frickin' cold over here. Chicagoans hunkering down as Winter looms. *brrrrrr* Glad for free steam heat in the building. Makes all the difference in the chilly months, but makes it hard to go out and about, just because the contrast between balmy and brisk is so great!

I need to do a grocery run of some fashion sooner than later; supplies are diminishing! I got used to using my bike for those runs, but as the weather gets colder, I'm less-inclined to do that, just because the PITA factor is that much higher for that.

Finished the first draft of the book I was working on, although it's somewhat bittersweet because I know that I have to revise it straightaway. Revision and rewriting is always a pain in the ass; it's easier to write a story out of nothingness than it is to wend your way through your words and rewrite scenes and so on. That'll keep me busy this month. Meantime, short stories beckon. I just log them in my journal and keep to the main project for now.

The boys are good, looking forward to Christmas and snow and sledding, all of that good stuff.

Sniper at the Gates of Dawn

Curious transit day. Gorgeous sunrise, just stunning. I tried to capture it, holding my breath with each shot, sniper-like.

And, counting my commute home, I saw three urban primitives today -- not together, yet all with the ear disc thing going (two men, one woman). All with nose piercings, all of them white. All with their urban primitive tats going, too. Tribe. Word. Beautiful sunset tonight, too. Wanna see?

Pretty. While on the El, I heard one of the urban primitives talking to a gay woman who sounded kind of like young Ralph Macchio, and had a Ramones-era Punkish look going (peacock-tousled hair, black Doc Martens, black leather jacket). She had apparently just lost her job working for one of the Chicago mayoral candidates, who dropped out. Then the urban primitive guy asked if he could photograph her, and she hesitated, then said "Sure." It was supposedly for some class the guy had (I was walking away, missed the rest). Then I went to the grocery store for some stuff, had a petitioner ask me to sign for a mayoral candidate's run. Then, while heading home, I saw Exene heading out to get the boys. She didn't see me, and I didn't say anything. There were other amusements on the commute, but I can't recall them all, now. The confluence of the ear discs on one day was kind of odd. Oh, I remember -- the gal urban primitive (from Portland, Oregon, I gathered) was loudly marveling about Chicago's skyline, and then talking about how geographically clueless some gal was (while her hipster guy friend was pointing out buildings to her as the El went on its way). Anyway, the guy said "The lake's that way." and she's like "What lake?" and he said "Lake Michigan." Then she went on about how geographically clueless that gal was. Irony dies a hundred thousand deaths in America.

Punkin

Another Halloween has come and gone. The boys enjoyed their trick-or-treat throughout our neighborhood. Chicago's often characterized as a city of neighborhoods, and that's always most in evidence during Halloween, which is always wonderful in our area, since there are so many homes there, and lots of Halloween enthusiasts (and who are of the socioeconomic group likely least-affected by the Great Recession). Anyway, it was, as ever, a good showing, and tons of great costumes and nicely tricked-out houses. The boys got a good amount of candy. As ever, Exene and I (her sister was in town, too -- she made a marvelous old-school Bumblebee Autobot costume for B2), anyway, we bring a diehard 1970s trick-or-treat drive to the mix -- I always joke that trick-or-treating is like a commando operation: you don't dawdle; you do good recon and you get to your objectives quickly, with a minimum of fuss. The boys are not particularly adroit trick-or-treaters -- we have to kind of prompt them until they get the hang of it. And, of course, part of that is living in the city -- you don't just walk up to somebody's house begging treats. Not in the city. So, they usually have to kind of be walked through that at first. But, it's a nice spectacle, the neighborhood looks delightful, and the kids all have fun. I didn't dress up this year, as B2 gets a little spooked by some of the costumes (he wouldn't go to some of the spookier houses unless I held his hand), so I was just Daddy this year. B1 enjoyed himself, and his rather unique costume (he was a ghost ship -- I'd made him a ghost ship hat he could wear) got him accolades and instant recognition from classmates. That's his fourth year running with an offbeat and memorable costume. Lord knows what he'll want to be next year. It's always a manifestation of him saying "I want to be X" and me trying to figure out how to make that happen.

Halloweenies

I'm irked at the new incarnations of the ongoing (yet unreported) War on Halloween -- namely, the fundies going after sex offenders with legislation under the pretense of them supposedly using Halloween as an excuse to lure children with candy (basically, a cure to a phantom problem). I am confident that the real target of these efforts is Halloween, itself. The fundies know they can't directly go after Halloween without tipping their hand, so (not unlike the spiked candy myth that has haunted us for, what, 30 years?), they have crafted a new hypothetical Halloween bogeyman, the sex offender, as a roundabout way of targeting Halloween itself. Dicks.

Happy Halloween!

I can't believe it's Halloween already. Muahahaha!