Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 



So. Halloween.

A day celebrating the night where the dead walk amongst the living and the ghoulies & long-legged beasties eat drunken idiots too stupid to stay out of obviously bad places. It’s a night were scary-looking children visit houses looking for handouts. Or, if you were me, a day where you’re stuck at a store where children’s sometimes scary-looking parents visit us looking for handouts.

I don’t give a damn if you’re willing to pay cash. You’re still going to have to cough up the extra bit for the HST. And while I say this with a sincere smile on my face, bear in mind this is one day where me dragging your bloody mess into the stockroom will simply garner remarks along the lines of, “Such great gore effects! What did you use for the blood: cornstarch?” So please don’t be a haggling ass. Just this once?

At the very least the evening has redeemed itself with The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Granted, none of the movie makes any sense to Mel--definitely not the camp, certainly not the cheese and absolutely not the cult status it so rightly enjoys. But she’ll sing along to the music so long as sexual innuendo and sweet transvestites aren’t involved with the lyrics. But for Halloween, she tolerates it for me.

Awwwwww.

Or, at least that’s what I’d normally say, but I know there will be payment demanded tomorrow for this. Oh well. Frank-N-Furter is worth the act of bribery. One of these years I do plan on attending a theatre showing of Rocky Horror, especially since I’m shameless enough to even enjoy the hazing for being a “theatre experience” virgin. And doubly especially since I’d make sure to smuggle in some toast, or at least a noisemaker or two.

Mind you, the sad truth is that with Halloween over, the inevitable rush towards Commercialmas begins. Well, mostly. The in-mall Zellers started beefing up their Christmas display over the weekend, and the Bay has had their tree decorations out on display for almost a solid month. Okay, I’ll begrudgingly agree that we now have less than two months to go before Christmas hits us in the face with all the wet smack of a frog from the Biblical plagues. But I’d as soon not dwell on it just yet. Give me one more week of November, and then I’ll slip into the gift-giving mindset. I promise. I might even sing a Christmas carol this time around. “Hot Patootie” counts, right?

Labels: This ain’t much of a blog by the light of day but by night it’s one hell of a lover

posted by Phillip at 7:49 PM