The only comfort in life, is the futility of death

Monday, October 31, 2005
Halloween.

Ohhhh.....I'm terrified.

Heh.

The day where all the little trolls should be up and about ripping off free, possibly poisoned candy from every house in sight but aren't, because they did that yesterday.

Kinda defeats the purpose doesn't it?

I've had a slight epiphany this particular year: Halloween bores me.

Not of course, with the creepy, the horrific, the gorey, and the morbid. But nothing about Halloween is particularly anything of the above really. Perhaps slightly morbid, but nothing noteworthy. I mean, yes, I'll give due credit to well excecuted (heh) haunted houses and the like, but honestly............

Does a five year old dressed up as a blue M&M holding a plastic pumpkin going "Trick or Treat" really scare you?

Ugh.

That makes me sick, not scared.

Stupid kids.

I suppose I've become a veritable Halloween Scrooge. The only slight humor I can take from this is when someone says "nice costume" to me as I walk down the street not realizing that it's not a costume.

Just me.

Cold and creepy, all year round.

Bah humbug.