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Strange World

The world is a strange place, dudes.

It’s to my greatest regret and my greatest gratitude, that we don’t have a fence in the backyard. Because of that, Buzz, the garbage disposal that walks like a dog, must, in fact, be walked. Often. At great length.

If I want Buzz to be walked in a way that ensures he won’t be leaving little brown, smelly presents all over the house at inopportune times, I have to do it myself.

And so I get a chance for a little alone time with Buzz. Of course, it’s not actual alone time, seeing as how Buzz is at the end of the leash, but he doesn’t actually require that I talk to him, listen to him or respond back to him. Which, as you might imagine, is a bit of a relief on occasion.

So while the walks do take out a significant portion of the day, I always find that I’m feeling much better about life at the end of each walk.

These walks also let me see some very interesting things along the way. Not even going to go into the folks who seem to believe that if they are on the other side of a house window that they’re invisible from the street. For the record? They’re not. They’re so very not invisible.

*shudder*

No, what got me thinking about the world’s strangeness was the pumpkin patch of old, discarded (I think) pumpkins I found the other day along a utility siding. It’s a large field of open space that allows a set of power lines to roll across the land without crossing any homes. It’s bound on each side by a small line of trees and bushes.

As I was walking into the open area, I noticed several small pumpkins in the bushes. This being the time after Halloween, I thought nothing of it.

Then, when I went back later, there were more pumpkins. Two of them were rather large and rather white, something I’d never seen before. I’m assuming they’re a thing, but not something I’ve known about.

Strange, I thought, then walked on.

Finally, on a third trip through, I found even more pumpkins on the ground. I counted up a total of nine pumpkins, some large and some small.

Now, I realize it’s probably because the people nearby didn’t want to throw their pumpkins out and wanted, instead, to offer them to the local wildlife, but that’s the logical reasoning and doesn’t really cover why they appeared over a number of different days.

And, besides, we have no way of knowing if it’s true. There could be any number of reasons, from aliens setting bad traps for people who, only a few weeks ago, seemed to have pumpkins everywhere, to the spontaneous appearance of pumpkins in the nexus of all Halloweens throughout the multiverse.

It’s the difference between not understanding something and something being a mystery. Mysteries are lovely and allow for such speculation and, best of all, they are there until we decide to solve them.

Mysteries allow for the strange and the unusual. Mysteries are the stuff of adventure.

The world is a strange place.

Let’s keep it that way*.

 

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Gotta Get Me Some Of That Spooky Stuff

by Richard

Attention, dudes! The second-greatest American holiday of all time is coming up soon. That’s Halloween for those of you who like to live with your heads buried under a rock.

In case you’re wondering, the greatest American holiday would be Sept. 19, Talk Like A Pirate Day. I get to have fun and annoy the young dudes all day. What could make for a greater holiday?

Halloween, though, now that’s where it gets fun. We get to dress up as anything we want, let our inner ids run out of control, show off a portion of our personalities that’s normally buried deep inside.

Which might explain the number of men wandering around dressed as women for many Halloweens.

When the young dudes were much younger, we used to dress up as a family theme. We went as the Incredible family one year. Another year, we went as Dr. Seuss characters and we’ve also gone as characters from Nightmare Before Christmas, Mary Poppins and just monsters in general. We’ve also gone as conceptual characters. That is, one year I wore a gorilla costume while my wife, known to me as She Who Must Be Wearing A Costume To Show Off, wore a diaphanous robe with a belt full of dry ice and tubing to pipe the resultant smoke all around her body. We were a joint costume: gorilla in the mist.

Anyway, this year, things are going to be a bit different. Hyper Lad decided he wanted to be the color blue. Nothing blue, just the color. So we went out and got him a morphsuit. It looks like this.

Not being one to leave well enough alone, I decided I needed an orange one. Not that I’ll actually wear it with Hyper Lad, him being a pseudo-teenager he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a family costume. Still, I think it’ll be nice to have something like this in the closet. You never know when you’ll need one. It will fit well in with my gorilla costume.

Regardless of what you’re going as, it’s time to start thinking and planning. You don’t want to just throw something together at the last minute. So get to work, dudes.

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