Halloween?

Leave it to this town (and probably several others) to totally wreck a perfectly good holiday and to protect children by potentially putting them in danger. Good work, Owensboro. Halloween is October 31. Not October 30 or whatever day you deem Halloween to be.

Some half-baked idea to observe Halloween on Saturday because Sunday is a church day followed by a school day is pretty ignorant if you ask me. Not that you officially did, but since you appear to be reading this shit, then you sort of did.

Why not leave the holiday as it is and let parents be parents? If they want their kids in church on a Sunday evening, then by all means, take the kids to church. If they're concerned about the next day being a school day, then how about taking them Trick-Or-Treating early with an eye on the clock and their children's bedtime.

Saturday tends to be one of the days with a higher percentage of drinking and driving. So sure, let's let children mill through the streets in search of a sugar buzz when others may have been seeking a buzz of a more adult nature and happen to be behind the wheel of a vehicle.

Makes perfect sense to me.

The last gasps of October

The day began in a state of exhaustion and it has come full circle. Truth be told, it probably never truly deviated from that position as the day progressed. A week with some accomplishment and even some praise to accompany it for a change. In spite of it all, I am glad that I can aim my gaze in another direction for a brief period of time.

There's not much to divert my attention and prevent me from dwelling on the past. Insincere words still live in my head even though they've since proven to be nothing more than hollowed out bullshit. The problem is that I was stupid enough to buy into that myth while being played for a chump. It was somewhat good until the whole house of cards tumbled into a heap.

Anyone for a game of 52 pickup?

Dream of the Insomniac

Sleep is taunting me just out of grasp. Infuriating and annoying at a time when neither are particularly necessary nor are they welcome. Besides, why would I want to rest when there are so many thoughts ripping through my head at once? Today's problems and yesterday's memories dancing upon the strata of a thousand sleepless nights. There is nothing else to do but stare into the darkness waiting for it to extinguish the burning embers into cool gray ash.

Playlist

Since words are kind of few and far between right now, I figure some of the tunes that are running through my head might fill in the blanks until inspiration, words, and goodness return.











(I couldn't find a decent clip of the Bob Dylan original, so it was between Johnny Cash and Mike Ness for the cover version.)