The War on Christmas

I've got a confession to make. Brace yourself, Internet...

I say "happy holidays".

I know that this is a grave offense to some. Every year, certain segments of the population get all worked up over some never-ending "War on Christmas" that threatens... I dunno, something, I guess? Apparently so much as neglecting to say "Merry Christmas" at every given opportunity is the equivalent of firing cruise missiles into the heart of Jesusland.

I admit I'm biased. Oh, you'd better believe I'm biased. But it doesn't come from a place of disrespect. I'm the ripe old age of 28 now, don't you know, complete with a few little traces maturity and wisdom and everything! I may have issues with the more extreme versions of Christianity, but "to each their own" is my philosophy these days; stirring up trouble is for hot-headed kids. But while having strong beliefs is fine and good, if you can't respect others for their own at the same time, that strikes me as more than a bit hypocritical.

And that's what it comes down to for me - just simple equality and fairness. I've got nothing against Christmas, I celebrate it in a secular, non-religious kind of way. And I'm cool with anyone's individual personal beliefs, so long as they remember the personal part. But the thing is, people in our society believe more than one thing, and celebrate more than one holiday, and the need to have one singled out above all others doesn't ring true to me in any kind of free, open culture. I just can't accept the mindset that not specifically mentioning Christ is somehow discriminatory, either. Nearly 80% of people in Canada and the United States identify as Christian, so yeah, I find it a bit hard to buy into the idea that they're somehow victimized over this. The argument has been made that "you can't say Christmas anymore". Which is funny, since I've heard it every day for weeks.

(And for the record, I don't get upset when I hear "Merry Christmas". It's not my religion, but it's just intended as well-wishing, so I just respond with a cheery "you too". And usually the opposite is true when I say "happy holidays" - not always, but usually.)

"Happy holidays" is all-inclusive. That's the beauty of it - whatever holiday you celebrate, it's covered. That's the ideal to me - it shouldn't matter if yours is the most popular or the most mainstream or whatever, just live and let live and wish everyone the best. Shouldn't be that hard.

Besides which, what we now call Christmas originated as a Roman Pagan holiday celebrating the god Saturn, so y'know, let's not get too defensive about "the reason for the season".


I'm essentially finished gift shopping for the year - just waiting on a few late packages to arrive. I only buy for my parents, my girlfriend and my dog. I like to keep it fairly small and simple, but it's easy to get a bit carried away, I guess. Gift-giving is pretty fun, far more enjoyable than gift-receiving to be honest. It can basically be a challenge to see how well you "get" someone you care about - though I'd argue that anyone who really cares for you in return should be appreciative regardless. I had fun with it this year. Sometimes nerve-wracking, but the reactions will be super rewarding.


I've received some really cool stuff from my girlfriend and my parents already - some birthday gifts, some early holiday ones:

My girlfriend gave me the gifts of mutual nerd obsession, a Doctor Who t-shirt (she got herself a matching one) and my own Sonic Screwdriver.

My mom got me this super cool hanging lamp for my studio. It's made up of a bunch of plastic pieces that lock together into this "ball", and the green glow it makes is phenomenal. Really completes my working space.

About a month ago, my mom surprised me with this Boston Terrier tree ornament. Because she's well aware that Logan rules this house.

That's it for now, gang. If I don't update this beforehand, have a happy holiday, whichever one you celebrate!

Then and Now

Christmas 1986 (I think):


Christmas 2011:


(Hair and height aside, I don't know if I've changed all that much.)

The Difference

The big difference between me at the beginning of the year and me now at the end is that my dreams aren't haunting me anymore, they're reassuring me. I wake up so often now, feeling like my brain just gave me a hug and told me, "You're doing all right! Stay the course, good buddy!" (My brain is goofy, but I like it.)

Change seems to be a regular topic with me. Or at least it feels like it's been my basic theme this year. There's been a lot of it, and it's been really positive, overall. It's important to take these regular moments to appreciate that, and my immediate response is always to share that in some way, to talk about it - or write about it, in this case.

Today I posted the 81st "Welcome to Hereafter" comic, and this week the site's been active for a full year. I started drawing the comic sporadically in January 2009, posting them to my now-long-dead LiveJournal. I had no schedule. I had no discipline. Things went on this way for well over a year, and this meant I had very little to show for that time.

Toward the end of 2010, I was staring down the barrel of 27 ("officially in my late 20s," I'd say to myself) and decided I had to get serious about things before that imaginary switch clicked over. I understand now that the difference between 26 and 27 is meaningless, but buying into this mindset, seeing periods of life as a series of "levels", was actually pretty helpful at the time. I got to work. I set a schedule, I made a website, and I brought the comic back to life. Back then, I felt the need to have something, some outlet, some product to show for my time and energy. Something tangible. A year later, I don't see it quite the same way.

I took a hiatus from the comic earlier in the year when I was dealing with a lot of changes in my life and just couldn't feel the drive to work on it regularly. That drive came back, but it came back different - less about a feeling of need, now more out of simple enjoyment. I like doing it, and I'll keep doing it as long as that enjoyment lasts. I'm learning from it in a lot of ways. Getting comments and compliments from readers -- total strangers to me beforehand -- is a more recent development. And how amazing is that? Even one person who enjoys something I've done and feels the urge to tell me about it... That's huge. That means an absolute ton to me. So cool.


Not much else I feel like writing about right now, so here are yet more pictures of my best buddy and loyal ally, Logan:


You can't tell me that last picture isn't the cutest thing you've ever seen. You just can't.


And hey, wrapping this up with a really great song my friend Mike introduced me to a while back, but I kept forgetting the name of - "When I'm Small" by Phantogram:

Mushroom/Potato Frittata + Mushroom Melt

I've been sitting on this update for over a week now. I had the pictures ready, but I've had a lot going on lately, and sitting down to finish up the post itself never got to the top of my priority list until... well, right now.

So yeah, here we go! This is another cooking update, sort of a followup to the curry and rice post from a few weeks back. This time my Special Lady and I made a potato/shiitake mushroom frittata with portobello/broccoli melts.



Started off with chopping. Lots of chopping. Turns out I'm not half bad at it, crippling fear of cutting up my hands notwithstanding. (Though that happens enough accidentally already.)

All said, I chopped up five or six potatoes, several shiitake mushrooms, as well as spinach, parsley and basil for later.


We toss that in a big frying pan with some oil and garlic.


Next up was my least-favourite part of the process - whipping up egg whites into a froth. This took longer by hand than I expected. Would have been nice to have an electric mixer, but you know what they say about the result being more satisfying when you do it the hard way...?

That's right, it's a load of nonsense. Give me an electric mixer any day.


Meanwhile, she mixed up two full eggs with whole wheat flour, milk, baking power, sea salt and pepper.


When we were both finished each mixture, we added some spinach, parsley and basil, then I folded the egg whites into the whole eggs.

(And right now I'll admit that I had to Google-research how to fold properly beforehand, but somehow I... pulled it off!?)


The recipe called for a oven-proof skillet. But... I don't have one, so we used a casserole dish instead. (This caused a small hiccup later on.)


We evenly poured the egg mixture overtop of the potato/mushroom combo, and then covered it and let it bake in the oven.


While the frittata was baking, we started making the mushroom melts. More chopping, this time broccoli, and afterward slicing portobello mushrooms into strips.


We fried them for a while with oil and pesto.


Once the portobello and broccoli were done, we put together the sandwiches with mozzarella and put them in the oven.


Once we thought we were done, we took both out of the oven served them all up. However, this is where that little hiccup came up.

If you're at all familiar with frittatas (which apparently I was not), you'll instantly see what's wrong with them in the above picture. Frittatas are supposed to hold together, but ours didn't. I think this is because the recipe we were following called for an ovenproof skillet, and we used a larger casserole dish, so the baking time didn't get the job done. Thankfully, letting it bake a while longer solved this issue for us, but it was a decent learning experience.

Final verdict? Freaking delicious.

Hopefully there'll be another installment before too long.

The Touch of Death

Woe! Utter woe! Cult favourite series (and best damn comedy on television) Community has been pulled from NBC's mid-season schedule, starting in January. Officially it's not cancelled, and NBC has stated that all 22 episodes this season will be completed and air. But it's not exactly reassuring.

It's not like my life revolves around what's on TV. I've got too much going on. I do have a small list of shows I watch regularly, but even then it's hard to keep up with them all the time. Community, though, I almost always watch live, because I'm too damn excited for each episode not to. And that's the thing - the show may not be getting huge ratings, but the fanbase is extremely passionate and devoted. The writing is some of the sharpest, funniest stuff out there right now and the cast is phenomenal across the board. In that way it makes me flash back to Arrested Development, another brilliant show that struggled in the ratings and failed to find a large audience for reasons I just can't understand.

I'm used to having my finger a bit removed from the pulse of the general public. It's not something I seek out, but it seems to happen pretty regularly; I like what I like, and what I like isn't always a massive hit. This isn't always the case -- I mean, it's not like Spider-Man, Back to the Future and the White Stripes are in any way obscure -- but I've fallen head over heels for a lot of series teetering on the brink of cancellation, and it almost feels sometimes like my love for something is essentially giving it the touch of death.

(Okay, I'm being dramatic. But it's a pattern!)

What's popular, on the other hand, I can't always (or even often) get into at all. Not that I haven't tried. I've watched about a dozen episodes of The Big Bang Theory, for example, which is a pretty massive hit. I don't think I've laughed once at it. I even get most of the geeky references, but its format just feels too safe and played-out and the characters all feel to me like the same "nerd" stereotypes that have been overused -- and used badly at that -- for the past 25 years or so. It doesn't feel fresh, it doesn't take risks, and that means it bores me.

But it's popular. Very popular. A lot of people love it. I may not dig it, but it's hard for me to claim it doesn't have value. A lot of people love American Idol and Two and a Half Men and the Twilight movies and the Black Eyed Peas and comics written by Jeph Loeb, too. Me, I really don't. And time was I might be inclined to judge those things and their audiences, but for whatever tongue-in-cheek jokes I may make about them, that's a time I've moved past. Those things are popular, they have large audiences of people who value them, and that's just fine. Ones' personal tastes and opinions aren't facts, and that's something I learn more every day.

So where am I going with this? I don't know, honestly. Maybe I'm feeling like I've got a family member in the hospital and I'm making peace with the idea that they might not pull through. (Okay, being dramatic again...) But until the prognosis comes in, I'm gonna keep watching my favourite show and I'm gonna hope that it comes back soon and strong, and if I'm lucky, even gets picked up for another year. I'm gonna keep telling people how great it is and hope that they start following it too. And if it does wind up being cancelled, I'm going to appreciate the years of entertainment the show, its cast and crew gave me, and feel good knowing that, like Arrested Development before it, it'll be fondly remembered and respected for a long time to come.


That said, now I'll end this on a video proving that the show was made just for me:

Spicy Business

I'm the first to admit that cooking isn't one of my specialties. Well, aside from traditional breakfast (egg dishes with sides), those I'm pretty good at. Otherwise I've made a few decent meals in my day, and I get by fine on my own, but I'm a damn far cry from a chef in training.

Recently my Special Lady had the idea to dive into the cook books (she has a number of clean eating books and I have a great-but-barely-used vegetarian recipe book) and have a regular cooking "date night" once a week. Which is just a really great idea. I've been on the self-improvement/try-new-things bandwagon for a while now, and knowing how to cook well is kind of important, so yeah, I'm all in.

(So I didn't get to go zip-lining over the summer, but it turns out novice cooking is far more terrifying.)

We've made vegetarian lasagna rolls a few times already (and they turned out great) but I didn't think to document the process until last night, when we made vegetable curry and rice.


First up, I finally put my cool little red rice cooker back to use after letting it sit idle for some time. Worked brilliantly! Very handy.


First up, the sauce mixture. Coconut milk, curry paste -- Maybe we can try homemade next time? For now I'm walking before I run. -- and oil.

(And of course, the most important ingredient is a full glass of wine on the side.)


We added vegetables bit by bit - bamboo shoots and baby corn for starters.


Muchrooms and spinach were next. And during this process I learned the most important lesson - don't ever underestimate how much pot space you'll need. We had to upgrade to a bigger pot a few times as we added more vegetables to the mix (as you can see from the medium pot sitting in the background) which slowed down the process a bit.


And there you have it! A little naan bread on the side (and a wine refill) and we're ready to go.

Turned out well, I think! A little curry paste goes a long way, apparently - she found it to be quite spicy. I found it pretty mild, but I think that's something I inherited from my dad.

I'll probably keep documenting these for a while, so expect another post like this in a week!

Halloweening

Another Halloween's come to a close, and for me that's always bittersweet. Had an all right turnout of kids - not quite as many as I hoped for, but that just meant I got pretty generous with the candy toward the end. I'm not in a rush to take down the decorations, though. Christmas gets all the good press anyway, let's roll with the macabre a little longer.

My good friend/kickin' rad photographer Melanie Godecki posted a look back at previous years' Halloween costumes, and now I'm shamelessly stealing that idea. (Only I mostly just dress up as comic characters while she comes up with far more interesting, creative and all-around impressive costumes, so definitely check her blog out. And hey look, she's just posted this year's costumes as well - they're 100% fantastic.)

This year's costume was Scott Pilgrim. Not too many people got it (or they didn't say anything if they did), but I'm more than happy to rep for the indie darling graphic novel series/most under-appreciated movie of 2010.


Here with my Special Lady, who went as burlesque performer Tempest Storm.

To hand out candy, I decided to go with my old reliable: the Batman costume I've pulled out many times since I got it in 2005. Figured the kids would recognize that more than Scott Pilgrim, and any excuse to dress up as Batman is a good one, come on.


If only I thought to make Logan a matching cape and mask, he could have been Ace the Bat-Hound!

And a few from previous years - Casey Jones (from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) and some obscure comic character you've probably never heard of:


Joker there was probably my finest hour for Halloween costumes, considering how incredibly last-minute most of it came together. I definitely learned from that.

I'm already mulling over costume ideas for next year. Ambitious ones. Actually planning ahead may be necessary.

Up and Away

Sometimes I think the kids had it right all along. In those years before we worried about "cool", before cynicism and angst entered the picture, before we became more and more concerned with appearances, with others' expectations, biases and judgments. I wish I could get back every minute I spent living for someone else, trying to satisfy someone else's expectations instead of my own, trying to make someone else happy at the expense of my own happiness. So much time wasted, but the benefit is that constant reminder not to waste any more.

Adulthood comes with so many freedoms and responsibilities that I treasure and wouldn't trade for anything. The path there is the tricky part. For me, that path lead me headlong into doubt and insecurity, never feeling accepted, feeling alone and rejected, like I wasn't quite "right", like I didn't fit. Attempts to connect with others turned awkward, the shroud of their judgment (real or imagined) hanging over me always. But hey - kids can be cruel, tricky shit, life goes on. You can't win with everybody. You can only do your best; so do that, accept what comes next and move on.

The past year has been as much a journey to keep progressing as an adult as it has an effort to take back that aspect of freedom from my childhood - the freedom to live and love without doubt or worry. It's taken me a lot longer than I'd care to admit, but it's where I'm at now and it feels good.

I write this having just come home from work, where I spent the day dressed as Batman. Best of both worlds, my friends.

✔

50

Since I got off work today, I played with Logan and took him for a few walks, worked on inking and lettering tomorrow's comic, and if time permits, I might start start carving pumpkins later on. Not a bad day at all.

I'm feeling more productive than I have in a long time, which is pretty awesome. I'm setting deadlines for myself and actually meeting them.

To anyone who's known me for a while, this may come as a shock, but I'm becoming a bit of a morning person. Not that I'm happy to be up early exactly, but it's become a lot easier and I've got a lot more energy than I ever did before.

Procrastination and laziness don't come as easily/naturally as they used to, either. I've got far more drive to get things done than I did a few years ago, and that's a very good thing.

Tomorrow's comic is my 72nd one so far. I feel like taking a bit of a direction shift and having more fun with the various mythologies I'm playing with, so we'll see where it goes from here.

I'm definitely a supporter of the Occupy Wall Street movement. I think it's great that people are getting fired up about it, and it's high time people paid more attention to the cause of the economic issues we face today. However, I also wonder if all of the people protesting get out and vote in every election. Spreading awareness is an important, essential step, but without follow-through it won't achieve much.

Real change takes time. It doesn't just "happen", it's something that needs to be worked at consistently if it's going to stick. I think many people nowadays - young people especially, sorry - have become so accustomed to getting things instantly that they don't really recognize this. Change is something that has to be fought for, often an inch at a time. So be patient, have focus, and don't give up.

It's been a really long time since I've been on a decent roller coaster. Way, way too long.

I've been trying to regularly step back and remember that I'm a healthy, free human being with the ability to analyze my own thoughts, recognize patterns in my life, and adjust how I live accordingly. I'm incredibly lucky, and you probably are too.

I'm trying to be less nostalgic. There has always been a lot of good mixed in with a lot of bad, and just because something's more familiar or feels more natural doesn't mean it's necessarily better.

Everyone gets put in situations beyond their control. It's usually not pleasant, but how you react to it and deal with it is something you can control, and speaks volumes about who you are.

Ultimately, if you're also a healthy, free human being, your life comes down to a series of choices. Are you happy with yours?

I honestly believe I would go through severe withdrawal if I didn't have my iPod. It's become essential to everyday living for me. I feel so spoiled about this sometimes.

"Community" is consistently one of the most clever, engaging and hilarious shows on television, and consistently its reward is low ratings. If you aren't watching it, you should really start. (Thursdays at 8/7c on NBC.)

I'm pretty excited for "Batman: Arkham City" (which came out yesterday), but I'm not going to buy it any time soon because I know I won't have time to play it. I actually haven't played a long video game in over nine months. I could make the time, but I have so many other priorities right now that I couldn't really justify it. I'm not complaining, though - I'm really happy with my life right now.

I'm totally into anything with a time-travel plot, I find the concept very interesting (at least when it's done well), but the thought of someone actually developing the technology to make it possible is absolutely terrifying.

A voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that I should buy a car. It would make certain things more convenient, but I don't actually need one, and in a lot of ways don't want one, either.

A different voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that I should buy a new computer. I don't need one of those either, but if my current one were to have problems or die on me (it's four years old now) it would seriously screw up my ability to keep the comic going. So I'm considering it.

A third voice in the back of my head (jeez, I seem to have a lot of them) keeps telling me to splurge on a really nice, custom three-piece suit. Easily the least necessary purchase, but damn would it be nice to have.

I've successfully hooked my girlfriend on "Community", "Doctor Who" and "The Walking Dead". This is a huge personal achievement. (Okay not really.)

I believe that people, in general, have more chances to get help than they think. The fact is that nobody ever got anywhere alone, not really. And while self-reliance is a good quality to have and is important in a lot of ways, I feel it's important to reach out to others when you need to, and if anything, doing so will only make your life easier and happier.

As time goes on, I feel less and less shame. I keep realizing that I had no reason to feel any in the first place.

One of my absolute favourite things to do is run around the house playing with Logan like I'm a sugar-addled 8-year-old.

Every time I lick an envelope, I flash to that episode of "Seinfeld" where George's fiancée died from licking the toxic glue on old wedding envelopes. Every time.

I can't leave the house without triple-checking that the door is locked. Same goes for locking car doors and checking that the oven's turned off - I do this even if I never turned it on in the first place.

I'm not interested in excuses. I used to make my share of them, but I want to be past that. Every decision or action has a consequence, and you have to own yours, good or bad.

I think angst is easy and cynicism is cheap, and it's getting harder for me to understand people who live with either.

A quote from my friend and former coworker Chris Clark: "An optimist is not someone who merely sees the positive side of things. An optimist sees the negative side, acknowledges it, but does not dwell in it long enough to become a part of it." I really like that, and that's pretty much exactly how I see it, too.

I don't think it's hard to lead a "clean" life. Just be kind and honest to others and be thoughtful about how your actions impact them.

As far as I'm concerned, the most important question is always "Why?"

DMC is releasing an all-electric version of the DeLorean DMC-12 in 2013. Everything I said earlier about owning a car does not apply here. So basically I have a year and a half to round up $100,000 in disposable income.

It's funny when you mention something or someone specific once in a Twitter post, and suddenly you have accounts about that person or thing following you for a while. I wonder, do the people who run those accounts just sit at their computers all day searching for that particular topic and follow everyone who mentions it?

I don't know why I keep finding myself surprised when it starts to get cold in mid-October. I've lived in Ontario my whole life, Northwestern Ontario for most of it, and yet I always seem to expect it to stay warm until December or something.

Blueberry-flavoured coffee. My god.

My bathroom is slowly becoming Beatles-themed. Is this cool or weird? (I think cool.)

Looking back, I'm really glad that The White Stripes and The Strokes hit it big when I was 17. I probably have much better taste in music now because of that whole "indie garage rock" movement. Sure, there were a plenty of forgettable "The ____s" bands coming out of the woodwork afterward, but that kind of stripped-down, no-bullshit sound is just what I needed to hear at the time, and I still really love both bands.

If you want a really quick and easy way to make me tune out, just be pretentious - use flowery speech, purple prose and ten-dollar words when they're not natural or necessary. It doesn't make you smart, interesting or deep - it just proves you know how to use a thesaurus.

I let Logan sleep on the bed with me. He's taken to sleeping like a human sometimes, with his body under the covers and his head up on the pillow, beside me. It's the most adorable thing ever.

I'm at the point in planning my third tattoo where I pick it apart and worry constantly that it's something I'll regret. This is an essential step. If I still want it after putting myself through all that, it's probably a safe pick.

I'm currently reading the following monthly comic series: Angel & Faith, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season Nine, Casanova, Daredevil, Ghostbusters, iZombie, Mega Man, The Sixth Gun, Snarked, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Ultimate Spider-Man. If anyone has other comic recommendations, I'd love to hear them.

As much as superhero comics can be juvenile power fantasies (and they often really can), I feel like they've impacted my morals in a pretty significant way. Learning that "with great power must come great responsibility" as a child had a huge impact. Obviously not taken in a literal "put on a costume and fight crime" kind of way, but we're all in positions of power over others in one way or another, at some point or another, whether it's in work, social matters or personal relationships, and I think the motto is always a good rule to follow.

I get annoyed when somebody says I "look like Moby". I'm not offended by it, I just wish they'd try a little harder with their bald-guy-with-glasses comparisons. There's more than one, you guys.

I've been eating natural-style peanut butter lately. It's fine, but I think I prefer the regular kind, even if it's less healthy.

I probably drink too much coffee, but I've decided that I am perfectly okay with this.

I agree with Larry David: the bag and the dog, they go together. Being a dog owner who won't pick up after their public messes is like having a baby and refusing to change their diaper: if you're not responsible enough to take care of them, you shouldn't have them in the first place.

The next time I go on a vacation, I really think it has to be to London. This might be a while off, but it'll be worth it.

My favourite Beatles song is "Helter Skelter."

I used to be offended by a lot of things. Now the thing that offends me most is boredom.

Above my computer, I have a post-it note that says "live your life and be awesome". I don't always succeed, but it's a good goal to shoot for, right?

This is my 50th blog post.

Change + Remix

Change is interesting. Every now and then, at total random, something will spark a memory or a forgotten feeling and I'll be struck by how different, and how much better, I feel now. In a weird way, I know so much more about myself since I've accepted how little I really know for sure. The benefits are a much more open mind, as well as a much more solid sense of self. You can have incredibly firm opinions, ideas, and plans, but knowing that change is inevitable, that all you accept, expect and maybe take for granted can evaporate? It has a hell of a way of jolting you awake.

And in a way, it's oddly freeing too - I can honestly say I don't care what anyone else thinks of me anymore, and that used to be a huge issue for me. That alone has helped put me on a much better path, I'm finding. What I want and need to be happy has become far clearer than it used to be, and I feel like I'm a much stronger, better person for it. Neat.

Moving on.

Once upon a time, my opinion on remixes pretty much lined up with this old Diesel Sweeties comic:


I guess this is another thing that's changed. The Glitch Mob remixed "Seven Nation Army" by the White Stripes a while back (they released it just after the band broke up) and I really dig it. Like really really.

I totally missed it before I came across it in some cool fan edits online. YouTube user KatrinDepp made this one of my recent nerdy obsession, Doctor Who:



And if it's more your speed, here's a Harry Potter version by Grable424:



Ending with some random camera pictures, first of my relatively-new kitchen table setup (hydraulic everything), and a few more of me and my best buddy in this or any other universe, Logan:


Enjoy your remaining awesome weekend hours, Internet Friends! As always, there'll be more to come.

Halloweening

A little while back I posted a Halloween costume poll. There was a pretty clear winner, but I wasn't totally sure I'd be able to get it all together in time and be happy with the end result.

Well, I had some incredible luck shopping for my Halloween costume last night, and managed to pick up a suitable jacket and wig for relatively cheap:


I just have to tweak/customize the accessories a bit and I'll be ready to go. And to finish things off, I've ordered the following:


It should be pretty obvious what the costume is now, I guess.

That's right, I'm going as legendary newsman Walter Cronkite.


(Annnd moving on.)

If it wasn't already obvious, Halloween is kind of a big deal for me, and ideally I want to go all out. But while I can't really justify spending obscene amounts of money on life-size, realistically-detailed zombie statues to plant all over my lawn -- a man can dream, though! -- getting the house suitably spooked-up is still important.

Submitted for your approval, dear Internet, here's what I've done so far:


And to the left, I've put together a little budget-friendly graveyard:


If I'm able, I really want to get some eerie blue light shining down on it for a little ambience. But there's this damned "adult with self-restraint" part of my brain telling me to rein it in.

I will do my best to ignore it.

Self Portrait

Just a little something today - a cartoon-style self portrait I quickly put together after work:


Kind of okay, I think!

Son of Random Thursday

Low-content update again. I have stuff I want to talk/rave about, but no time/attention span to write it out at the moment, so on the backburner it goes. Instead here's a potentially creepy picture of my eye. Yeah!!

And as a palate cleanser, shameless adorable dog pictures go!

This week I bought a new blanket. Within seconds, Logan decided to claim it as his own. It's what he does. It's his thing. And he gets away with it because he makes faces at me like this one:



He's made a few neighbourhood friends in the past few months. Here are a few pics of a recent play session:




It's kind of amazing watching them go at it. Logan's clearly much smaller than the others, but they recognize that and are very gentle with him. And he's got that limitless puppy energy, so he can more than keep up when they run around.


Ending on a song, because that's what we do on Random Thursday. (Or whatever the hell day it lands on.)