So it’s about 5:00 in the afternoon on Halloween. I just went with Janey to have a relaxing little lunch at Boston Market then we stopped at the grocery store to pick up some supplies to make a distinctively holiday themed meal.

So now I’m just sitting on my couch sort of half-watching a documentary on Vlad the Impaler and I decided to do a little blogging.

I’ve never been a huge fan of Halloween, but this year especially it seems to be driving me nuts. For the last few weeks the general populus has been subjected to the idiotic stylings of some untalented hacks convincing people to become weekend party planners. So everybody and their dog is playing Martha Stewart. They’re running around with a bag of dry ice and some green cake frosting spouting pseudo-words like “Spooktacular” and “BOOtiful”.

Now now, I know that I don’t have much room to talk since parties are what I do for a living, and the company I work for has made a science of creating words out of complete thin air. But for some reason the general cheap marketing packages I see at this time of year are just starting to drive me up the wall.

There is absolutely no point to this rant whatsoever… It’s just what’s on my mind.

More to come.