Halloween end = Christmas start
Well my “costume” is extremely crappy; a Cub Scouts hat and a Boy Scouts shirt! ‘Not a cub, not yet a boy scout’ just like Britney says. The only other person “dressed up” is wearing a really amusing wig. I already got one ‘I was never in Scouts with anything that looks like THAT’ from a customer. I can only imagine if I wore an actually remotely sexy costume to work… UGH.
Just to enjoy some Halloween spirit here are some people who do not suck at dressing up. I am so jealous. Sorry all the costumes are nerdy and Warcraft related. I couldn’t find anyone who did a sexy Draenai very well… I want to dress up as my Draenai priest so bad! She is my new favourite character; She is so hot my blood elf looks fugly in comparison.
I want to punch these chicks for some reason… they look painfully vapid.
And for good measure, Lion-O.
This weekend Christmas trees and decorations are on sale at Sears – so it begins!
I miss you :(
How I wish I could hear your shrill meow as you hurry into the bathroom, your favourite pot inhaling and being brushed area. How I wish I could hold you down and cut your nails while you’re trying to squirm away as if someone is horribly abusing you. How I wish I could be unpleasantly awoken in the morning by a sharp claw in my toe or on my nose. How I wish I could be meowed at in demand your food bowl be filled up. How I wish you could sit on my lap, purring and clawing my legs, as I scratch your chin. How I wish – most of all!- that I could touch your sweet sweet waddle again. *tear*
At least this way, I will never have to deal with your death, which was by far my #1 fear in life.
Halloween
No I am not doing anything. I really wish i was someone who could produce interesting and elaborate costumes. I always wait till the last minute and they are like one-quarter-assed, so I don’t even try anymore. The strange thing is the huge admiration and envy I have for Japanese cosplay girls, and other people who make cool costumes… I wish I had the creativity, motivation, and talent!
Check out what a good job my friend did!
[Please] Let it Be.
OMG THERE ARE RUMORS OF A BEATLES VIDEOGAME BEING MADE IN THE SAME VEIN AS ROCKBAND AND STUFF.
Fucking awesome. Finally, I won’t hate most of the music I am playing in a game! Can you imagine the Beatles related visuals and stuff? Omg, there will have to be a Yellow Submarine level… so excited.
How cool is this poster, too?
Sweet, I almost forgot Jeff got me a Yellow Submarine ornament in Seattle at EMP… now I just need a Christmas Tree to put it on! Going with the pre-lit this time, saves so much hassle it is insane. Jeff saw a used one for sale from the only Christmas store left in Victoria… I was like NO WAY. After knowing the intensely painful and many hour long process of vaccuuming a tree that has been up 365 days a year…. ick. Plus that creepy German store probably doesn’t even give them the yearly vaccuum, cause they are mean and evil.
More Walden
I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes. If there is not a new man, how can the new clothes be made to fit? If you have any enterprise before you, try it in your old clothes. All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be. Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles. Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives. The loon retires to solitary ponds to spend it. Thus also the snake casts its slough, and the caterpillar its wormy coat, by an internal industry and expansion; for clothes are but our outmost cuticle and mortal coil. Otherwise we shall be found sailing under false colors, and be inevitably cashiered at last by our own opinion, as well as that of mankind.
On the whole, I think that it cannot be maintained that dressing has in this or any country risen to the dignity of an art. At present men make shift to wear what they can get. Like shipwrecked sailors, they put on what they can find on the beach, and at a little distance, whether of space or time, laugh at each other’s masquerade.
Comparatively, tattooing is not the hideous custom which it is called. It is not barbarous merely because the printing is skin-deep and unalterable.
Rat in a cage
The pointless struggle of life appears especially absurd these days, as happens to me periodically. Reading Walden while bored at work is probably not the best way to increase job satisfaction.
“The twelve labors of Hercules were trifling in comparison with those which my neighbors have undertaken; for they were only twelve, and had an end; but I could never see that these men slew or captured any monster or finished any labor…
But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool’s life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before…
Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate….
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation…
Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost. One may almost doubt if the wisest man has learned anything of absolute value by living. Practically, the old have no very important advice to give the young, their own experience has been so partial, and their lives have been such miserable failures, for private reasons, as they must believe; and it may be that they have some faith left which belies that experience, and they are only less young than they were. I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and I have yet to hear the first syllable of valuable or even earnest advice from my seniors. They have told me nothing, and probably cannot tell me anything to the purpose. Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me; but it does not avail me that they have tried it. If I have any experience which I think valuable, I am sure to reflect that this my Mentors said nothing about.
The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can, old man- you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind- I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.”
How to hug a baby.
You’d think this would totally suck balls but it actually doesn’t.
Thanksgiving on Galiano.
I think this should be on a motivational poster for “Teamwork.”
