Jr High Drop Out

Thanks to Katie for an awesome Fourth of July party last night. Great fun with great people and great food! :)

I spent last night carving a pumpkin and making homemade pumpkin pie and pumpkin cookies with the family and two good friends. Fun night.

As you may know, I get the occasional comment about my blog from the provided "Make a Comment" links. The door is always open should someone really want their comment made public. This is the case today with Shep. He's requested that I include his addendum to my Origin of Halloween post. So, without editing or censoring, I present tonight's guest blog entry from Shep:

My favorite part of Holloween is when teenage kids unsuspectinly bite into an apple with razor blades stuck in it. Then they turn to you with eyes wide and a razor blade stuck between their two front teeth, like some kind of demonic dental floss. They mumble something like "Help me!" but you can't understand them because it comes out like, "Helphmpfp Muuhhh" Hahahaha! Good times.

So, now you know. If you reply to an entry of mine and want your comment known (as long as it's not just "Tom is the g@y sux0r!" or something like that) just make it known in your reply that you want it posted. As you can see, I'll post just about anything.

So Shep, now that you're famous, you'll be beating the womenfolk off with a stick! Look forward to your riches and glory.

I, Denise, Cadence, Brent, Kyoko, Hanna, Chris Susko, and Chris Susko's woman all went to the Hunt Club Halloween thingy last night.

Firstly, regardless of what lies others might spread in the wake of this event, I carried myself with dignity and respect.

Secondly, much fun was had by all. There were long lines and stupid, lying pizza men, but once you get past that, the night was brisk but not cold and the events were well done. Those that didn't go are worse for having abstained.

Denise and Kyoko and the children (Hanna and Cadence) spent most of their time in the main barn area with the music and dancing and *GASP* karaoke! You haven't lived til you've seen a drunk dude in a poor wolfman costume singing along to Warren Zevon's Werewolves of London. It hurt my ears and soul in ways unspeakable.

All went well. I visited Dr. and Mrs. Kessler (who mentioned that they'd seen my blog!), finished upgrading Meghan's computer to Ubuntu Linux, played some D&D, and took Delaney to breakfast. I also chilled out a great deal.

It's that time of the year again, when the guys all go to the Hunt Club's Halloween Festival. We are going tonight. I dig it. You should too.