A moment of silence for Toby ‘Tobes’ Spuds, the young Huntsman spider who had taken up residence in my workspace toward the end of October this year.
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Nothing scares me any more.
Summer is here and my entire right arm is completely fucked. Pretty much going to be 40 degrees this week, so I’m hunkering down with a bunch of low-energy left-handed projects and some fierce air-conditioning.
Wish me luck and minimal nosebleeds.
All I’ve got is what you didn’t take.
Next month is October. At the end of October is Halloween. If there’s one pseudo-holiday I get needlessly excited for, it’s Halloween.
As a child I never got particularly excited for it. If I recall correctly we went trick-or-treating maybe two or three times, but it just isn’t a terribly big event in Australia (despite the marketing attempts of many stores; but I don’t know, maybe times have changed since I was a kid).
Personally I think it’s kind of a shame, coming from a family that regularly celebrated mid-winter along with Christmas and Easter, that one of the seasonal holidays was more or less left out (and also a little confusing that everything is seasonally backwards in Australia; seriously, fertility in autumn and death in spring? Come on, guys).