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.
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.
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).