I have an obsession. It's unhealthy, I know. But my obsession cannot help itself. It just is. And it belongs to NCIS. Great show. Mum can't stand it because "it's so unrealistic." So I tell her to go watch reality TV. Leave the stories and characters of NCIS to me.
To honor my friends at the fictional version of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, I decided to draw their faces on my mini-pumpkin, as such:
All he needs is a bow tie.
He is a goof.
Because he's lethal.
She's so mysterious.
My favorite! Also, we saw him a few weeks ago on this blog as Thackery Binx. :)
That's right. Glort you. After a dropped call to my mother, I tried to text "I lost you." I forgot the space and my phone assumed I was writing "Glort you." Makes sense. Especially since glort is a real word. Psych! (O the good old '90s!)
Let's play Balderdash. If glort were a real word, what would it mean? Here is my submission.
Glort: verb, to gleefully snort insomuch that an eyeball pops out of its socket.
So when I say "glort you," I am cursing you with the ability to gleefully snort insomuch that one of your eyeballs pops out. I'll let you choose which eyeball. Now there's an image for you. And speaking of images, I have some poetic autumnal pictures to share with you. This is the view from where I stand:
All gold and bright!
Are we actually leaning? Trippy. Hehe.
I liked the blanket of leaves on the ground.
Red and orange and green, oh my!
This tree took the book Catching Fire a wee bit too literally.
Have you done anything poetic yet? Me either. I'm still trying to come up with something really clever. Do not doubt me, gentle readers.
In the meantime, I have a message for you from my dear friend and probable true love, Thackery Binx: Don't light the black flame candle on All Hallow's Eve. You might bring someone undesirable back to life.
Like these lovely ladies. Coughcough.
And here is Binx in all his glorious kitty-ness.
And in his Thackery normal-ness. Isn't he cute?
We're totally probable true loves.
Enjoy your favorite childhood Halloween movies! Mine is obviously Hocus Pocus, but there are a lot of other great ones out there. I like Nightmare Before Christmas, too. What movies did you and, hopefully, do you still love?
Random Hypothetical Person: What do you do for a living?
Me: Oh, you know. I read.
RHP: You read?
RHP: Well, I read, too. But it is not a living. It's not a real way to spend your time.
Me: I read a lot. Trust me, it is a real way to spend your time.
RHP: I read a lot, too. And you don't really accomplish anything when you read.
Me: I don't think you quite understand.
Me: It's a living.
So, just in case you ever wonder what the heck I'm doing with my life, now you know. I read, and I learn how to be a human being.
Also, in light of President Uchtdorf's General Conference message, in which he encourages us to (among many other wunderbar things) rejoice in the simple things of life, I would like to issue a challenge to my readership. All both of you.
CHALLENGE: Do something poetic. What do I mean by this?
Recreate some image or scene from a poem. Take part in the beauty of living. Poetry explores the nuances of life: the beautiful, the ugly, the tragic, the peaceful, the humorous, the bizarre, etc. You want an example or two or five? You got it.
As it gets closer to Halloween, I might tap on a friend's window and chant "nevermore."
It's October 2nd! That means that today I made a new friend.
Pumpkin-butt and I got along so well from the start that I can already put rabbit ears on him in our pictures. Isn't it wonderful? 'Tis the season to make friends! Just don't tell them what you're going to do to them later on in the month.
Pumpkin-butt: Hi, Toni.
Me: Hi, Pumpkin-butt. Hey, can I...carve you?
Pumpkin-butt: Can you what?
Me: Carve you. You know, with a...knife.
Pumpkin-butt: Ha ha, very funny. I suppose you'll be wanting to yank my guts out, too.
Pumpkin-butt: Great Gourd! You're being serious!
Let's avoid this as much as possible. Don't worry about introducing the concept of carving to your new friend; just stab away. He won't even bleed.