I am not in the mood to be cohesive, other than a general Halloween theme:
- Because I will not be in the office tomorrow, I promised to wear some sort of disguise today. Voila. I am in disguise.

Sort of.
- This week, because it is Halloween, I wrote a theme-story for
merry_fates, called
The Summer Ends in Slaughter. It's about kissing during the three-day killing festival of old Samhain. (Ok, not really. It's about courage and tradition. But there is a tad bit of kissing. And horse skulls.) My favorite line is "The dead must eat this winter, too."
A lot of my favorite stories are the ones I've written for or around Halloween. "Horseman's Love" and "Dumb Supper" come to mind. It's because I write best in the winter, when everything is dead. Here in Kansas, the summer is thick. Literally and figuratively. There isn't room for me when the trees are full of huge green leaves, when the grass grows inches every day, and when the air chokes me with the weight of water.
In the winter, everything is dead, and I have plenty of space to be alive and let my imagination roar.
Die, world, DIE!!!!!!! So that I may rise! Bwahahahahahahahahaha!*ahem*
- I am going to be
Wolverine for Halloween. Yes, there will be pictures. How could I
not do it when I realized that I have the hair, the cigar, the dog tags, the tee shirt, and the BAD ATTITUDE.
... that is all.

Also, what the hell kind of disguise is that? You look like you're going to go solve French mysteries.