October 29, 2004

• I was in Tijauna for Halloween many years ago. *shudders*
• Ah.. good 'ol Michigan... Never seen a ghostie or anything like that. I've lived in an apt. where someone had died, and woke up a few times as it felt like someone had sat on the bed next to me, but that's about it. I haven't really been into Halloween since I was 16-17. Back before Guiliani, it was a two week war, where your ammo was eggs and shaving cream (sometimes bottles or potatoes if you were desperate). Good times. He also ruined the 4th of July... jerk... Still, I'm glad I grew up when I did, the kids nowadays just don't know the fun they're missing.
• when I lived in las vegas I once had a scary experience (ok, way more than once, but this is the relevant one!) I was asleep in my bed when I awoke due to the sense that my bed was being moved around. I lived alone. as I lay in my bed it felt as though a person was at each corner pushing the bed, yet I could see in the dim light that no one was there. what was happening??? poltergeists? invisible zombies???? no.... just a 5. mag earthquake in barstow. GOT YA'S!!! Happy Halloween, fellow monkeys
• I have a good one. TP asked me personally to post this, and I forgot. And I'll likely have to eat his wife's food this weekend. DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!
• There was this one time, in 2004, when a thoroughly rotten group of thugs stole an election using a combination of hate-mongering, scare-tactics, and fraud. True story.
• ...and that is how much it will cost to send Maggie to college... AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! < /Simpson>
• One time there was this guy named Kerry who was doing really well if you took a serious look at the numbers and a pretty sure bet to win but a bunch of defeatist "liberals" whined and complained so much they didnt bother to vote or voted for Nader and cost him the election. Hopefully not a true story.
• When I was a patrol cop I got called out to a 'bad smell' call (these are very common) in an apartment building. The smell was so vile that I couln't imagine how the neighbours had put up with it (it definitely reached two other apartments and communal hallways). On entering the home, we found a skeleton with a lot of semi-melted and crusted flesh around it, which had permeated the carpet, floorboards, and the ceiling of the apartment below. Mr. Suicide had left postdated cheques for the super and made all other arrangements so no-one noticed his absence. He'd lost his job, so no-one there missed him, and apparently was not close to family. Consequently, he ate some pills and we found him months later. The cleanup crew that came could not get the stench out of the apartment. The owners eventually had to gut the entire floor he lived on (and much of the apartment below) just to get the stench out. When I showed, I nearly puked, and I have a cast-iron stomach. Several officers did puke, as did at least one detective. Boo.
• Ain't nothin' scarier than real life.
• coppermac: are you my brother? You wanna know what's Reeely scary? multiple tracicles! scroll up
• I lived in a quasi-ghetto apartment for a short time between high school and college. My roommate had hung these atrocious ceramic drama masks on either side of an equally atrocious jester mask in our den. One afternoon after a long day at the food service factory, I was dozing on the couch and noticed movement in the periphery of my vision. It appeared that the kitschy jester's head was moving its lips, and from what I could gather, it was telling me to "Go get the goddamn gun and do it." Thankfully, I do not own a gun. Chalking the experience up to an hallucination resulting from exhaustion and shadows, I thought nothing more of it ... until the next week, when my girlfriend asked me if our roommate's jester had ever "spoken" to me. A couple of days later, the TV started turning itself off and random intervals. A couple months later, the apartment was completely overgrown with black mold in the course of one weekend. I'm not at all superstitious, but that place gave me the heebie-jeebies.
• Great stuff guys, thanks. MCT didn't eat my food, but he did drink my beer and watch my Wolf Man DVD, so it's clear he's a festering pus-bucket. Just so's you know. ;E Anybody have any scary brushes with death? Not necessarily supernatural, but just weird or frightening in retrospect? I think every day of the year should be Halloween.
• Ooh, ooh, and Ouija board stories rule, too.
• The post-Halloween blues have hit. Really, they're worse than the post-Christmas ones. No more horror movies all over the tv, no more jack-o-lanterns... how sad :( Yes, everyday should be Halloween! Scaryness, pretty please!