What just happened

I seldom use foul language.

People who have known me for years would report having never heard me swear.

This is not to judge those whose vocabulary does include bad words, and I don't want to start a debate on the merits of expletives. I just keep my speech relatively sanitized as a matter of preference.

On the way home just now, it dawned on me that I had forgotten to stock up on Halloween treats. So I quickly drew up a plan to sneak into my house, turn the lights out, and stay holed up in my office just with the desk lamp and the computer on for the rest of the night.

But the part where I was to sneak into the house undetected by the bands of children roaming around the neighborhood was not going to be easy. This is a family neighborhood, and there were lots of them.

So approaching my house, I slowed down my car waiting for the coast to clear. When it seemed to be, I quickly pulled up to the driveway, flew out of the car, and opened up the trunk to retrieve the bag. Time is of the essense. Every second counts. Run David run.

"Trick or Treat"
Startled, I turned around to be greeted by a little boy dressed as Winnie the Pooh and a woman.

Then came out of my mouth:  "Oh s***."

Is there a Halloween version of Scrooge?

There is now.

10 days later

Two Saturdays ago, I walked into the barbershop to lighten up my load. Please, no jokes about my receding hairline. Believe it or not, even small patches of grown hair can feel cumbersome and getting a nice haircut can be a therapeutic exercise.

I was in the throes of a stressful time, trying to catch up with the things that I had been putting off, and I thought getting a haircut would release some stress. I still have a few more things to knock out before I can declare victory.

"How would you like your hair cut done, sir?" asked the friendly barber.

"Nice and short," I murmured. Soon my mind wandered away thinking about the stacks of paperwork awaiting me back in my home office.

Then everything there after took place in slow motion. Instead of feeling his fingers and a pair of scissors, I felt something metallic and cold.

I think forgot to say businessman short.

Is that a buzzer? I looked in the mirror. YES, IT WAS A BUZZER.

Sensing a look of panic and terror, the barber abruptly stopped. A quick assessment of damage revealed a 1" by 2" swath of hair vanished with the wind.

With a grave look of concern, said the barber, "Does this look okay?"

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Does anyone know where I can find this outfit? Halloween is just a few days away. Gotta do something that goes well with my new hairstyle.

Do or die week coming up

I have to be the world's worst procrastinator, and that is not a good thing when you are self-employed.

Now the chickens have come home to roost. Please think good thoughts about me, even though you will end up regretting it when you read my next entry.

Hope you are having a good weekend.

Addendum: According to this test (HT: Miss Cellania).

My blog is worth $11,855.34.
How much is your blog worth?

How do I look?

I have switched to the beta version of blogger.

Thanks to Mad Ethel and Gary for going before us and sacrificing themselves on the bleading edge as guinea pigs.

Is there a politically correct term for "guinea pig"? I really don't feel right about calling people pigs even though a guines pig is not really a pig according to this page. At least not in public.

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Congratulate me on the purchase of the 10th anniversary special edition of Shawshank Redemption.



My next blog post will be about this movie, but it won't be so much a movie review but rather an essay about why this film deeply resonates with me and how the story has made its way to my heart even though I have never been to prison (despite my suspicious looks).

I hope you have seen this movie, and if not, please do it. As of now, the voting public of the Internet Movie Database ranks Shawshank as the second most highly regarded film ever, so please don't tell me you have not seen it or I will not party with you. Might as well tell the world of your state of shock and dismay ensuing the learning of the Lindbergh kidnapping.

Check out this clip I found on Youtube. It contains two deleted scenes which the DVD does not feature for some reason. I really like the second one. Found myself gasping for air along with Red.