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Oct. 29th, 2008 10:46 amBehold as I speak much, but say very little. It's an art form you know.
I haven't felt much like my chattery weird fantastically awesomely modest self lately. Some of it was because I worked all of last week and some of it's because I always get a bit down right before Halloween for some reason. A big chunk is the compare and contrast to last year, and I'm trying not to do that, but that involves actively not thinking. Or thinking about other things, and they can't be anything that would lead to chatter because my brain would go from point A to point XYZ and back again really quickly. It's what I do. Okay, fine. I spend an absurd amount of time wishing horrible things on someone and then trying to think of something else. Right before bed.
Saturday we went to the pumpkin patch, which involved driving through John's Island, which has changed a lot from when I used to go out there once or twice a month to visit my dad's best local friend. When did they redo the bridge to actually get to the island? Because the new bridge [and it could be anywhere within the last ten years and still be new] does not really fit in with things. At all.
One of my favorite things about living in the South, particularly here, is that you can still find oak lined streets that give you the creeps just by driving down the road. Saturday was no exception, as things were twice as creepy given the flooding from the previous day's rain and the fact that it was still overcast. So as you drive deeper into the middle of nowhere, past homes that only tick off every few minutes as opposed to every other second, you'd see these patches of land that were completely underwater. And overhead you could make out patches of sky through the oak branches and were it not for the occasional "Obama!" "McCain!" sign, and the fact that we were in a car, you could forget when exactly you were.
Of course this leads to tourists falling for the same charm, moving here, causing a housing explosion of DOOM and the land has to come from somewhere and... nyergh. You can see the lack of joy in that.
But for a moment, it was fantastically creepy.
Also worth noting was the cyclone of birds over the fields. Widget looked over [as we were leaving] and I swear, there were hundreds of birds moving in a sort of tornado formation.
Did I mention my pumpkin army hit five? Probably. Too lazy to check. It did. Later pictures might appear for the before part. I'm particularly fond of my pumpkin. It's hard to explain why. I don't really think it'll lend itself well to any particular carving, but as a pumpkin, it's awfully close to perfect.
I haven't been reading much. Don't know why. Just in an overall funk, I guess. But it's not one of those where you sit around hating everything and anything. It's more of a fog. A case of the blahs, if anything?
Meh. If I don't know, you can't know.
I need sugar!
I haven't felt much like my chattery weird fantastically awesomely modest self lately. Some of it was because I worked all of last week and some of it's because I always get a bit down right before Halloween for some reason. A big chunk is the compare and contrast to last year, and I'm trying not to do that, but that involves actively not thinking. Or thinking about other things, and they can't be anything that would lead to chatter because my brain would go from point A to point XYZ and back again really quickly. It's what I do. Okay, fine. I spend an absurd amount of time wishing horrible things on someone and then trying to think of something else. Right before bed.
Saturday we went to the pumpkin patch, which involved driving through John's Island, which has changed a lot from when I used to go out there once or twice a month to visit my dad's best local friend. When did they redo the bridge to actually get to the island? Because the new bridge [and it could be anywhere within the last ten years and still be new] does not really fit in with things. At all.
One of my favorite things about living in the South, particularly here, is that you can still find oak lined streets that give you the creeps just by driving down the road. Saturday was no exception, as things were twice as creepy given the flooding from the previous day's rain and the fact that it was still overcast. So as you drive deeper into the middle of nowhere, past homes that only tick off every few minutes as opposed to every other second, you'd see these patches of land that were completely underwater. And overhead you could make out patches of sky through the oak branches and were it not for the occasional "Obama!" "McCain!" sign, and the fact that we were in a car, you could forget when exactly you were.
Of course this leads to tourists falling for the same charm, moving here, causing a housing explosion of DOOM and the land has to come from somewhere and... nyergh. You can see the lack of joy in that.
But for a moment, it was fantastically creepy.
Also worth noting was the cyclone of birds over the fields. Widget looked over [as we were leaving] and I swear, there were hundreds of birds moving in a sort of tornado formation.
Did I mention my pumpkin army hit five? Probably. Too lazy to check. It did. Later pictures might appear for the before part. I'm particularly fond of my pumpkin. It's hard to explain why. I don't really think it'll lend itself well to any particular carving, but as a pumpkin, it's awfully close to perfect.
I haven't been reading much. Don't know why. Just in an overall funk, I guess. But it's not one of those where you sit around hating everything and anything. It's more of a fog. A case of the blahs, if anything?
Meh. If I don't know, you can't know.
I need sugar!
