Well hey it feels like Halloween out there. I’ll say this; Autumn in DC does not disappoint. The hairy little man I share my apartment with is in high gear due to the drop in temperature. He brings me a new present almost every day now. This morning it was a medium sized rat severed in half that I nearly stepped on as I left out the back door for work. Very sweet.
Here’s another little gift for Halloween, courtesy of The Mohel. Silly good fun. You’ll have to watch the 30 Rock episode to get the joke. So, you should do that.
Also, despite the fact that my mother reamed me a little for not going to the Glenn Beck thing as well, I might actually try to make the small, ironic gathering on the Mall tomorrow. Some friends who know how to keep things in perspective and have a good time are going and the opportunity to tag along has been extended. I could always make it a picture-taking thing. The sign competition lends itself to that pretty well. The best one I’ve heard so far (also courtesy of The Mohel) is “You’re With Stupid.” Also, Father Guido Sarducci will be there. Let it sink in.
But God I do hate a good crowd…We’ll see…I actually had to ask the office folk if the crowd aversion made me old and crotchety. After the requisite, “You kids get off my lawn!” outburst, one of the workfolk reminded me that this is only true if I hate crowds of young people only. “Do you want to go to an event that the AARP puts on? No? Then you’re fine.”
Also, in honor of Halloween and because I pretty much choose to stay intellectually between the ages of 9 and 12, I recommend you watch this film sometime this weekend. Or read the book. Also great. And it’s Ray Bradbury. Let it sink in.
And, because it seems appropriate, I am in love with the choreographer and I miss dancing like this, here. Let. It. Sink. In.