It's Hallowe'en and I'm unashamedly promoting this lovely vid made by the Zig Zag Birds. It's a band that Son is in, see if you can guess which one is him (clue: torn white T , hollow eyes and you don't see him very much but he looks distinctively intense). If you like it, pass it on.
There is a small but hopeful-looking pumpkin sitting outside in the rain waiting to be given a face. But Mr. Signs is clobbered with a cold, and pumpkin-carving isn't one of the things on my C.V. On the other hand, I have stocked up with a few goodies to give the Hallowe'en knockers - but the kids are polite here and if they don't see a lit pumpkin they won't knock. And if they don't knock, I will have to eat all the goodies myself, which I would love to do but it is bad for me.
Tomorrow is the beginning of NaNoWriMo, which I am signing up for, if only to be along in spirit. There is no way I can bash out fifty thousand words in a month, if I manage between five and ten thousand I will be pleased. But I like the idea of a novel-writing month. It's good to tell stories. It's good to feel one is in the flow and swim of things, and I intend to be. In my fashion.
Postscript: While I was putting up this post Mr. Signs did something to the pumpkin. Punk art, people - and expressive!
5 comments:
Wehehey! PuNK'n'rOLL lads kewl diggin it lots.
Since I have permission, I shall put it on my fairly defunct blog........
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Brilliant, thank you - would love to see it go viral in the frozen north.
And plus it means your blog is not at all defunct :)
Oh and please do congratulate the cold-clobbered Mr S for the perfectly delightful vomiting pumpkin. Excellent. Hope this means you didn't have to eat all the goodies yourself ...
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great vid, great sicky pumpkin... awesome!
Anna, we had lots of Hallowe'en visitors (a bit much, actually, as we were trying to watch In Treatment and had to keep pausing Gabriel Byrne). But I still managed to pig out on Amaretti and lebkuchen.
Thank you, good Fire Bird :)
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