Tricked!! Me!

As the day of the dead comes to a close, the spooky thoughts don't just go away quietly. Still fresh, also, is the memory of being pelted with eggs as we walked with the last of the children of the night. I've been tricked a time or two, but this was our first drive-by egging. But like a Teflon super hero, nothing could I find on my leg where the egg hit. I could possibly see myself throwing eggs at other men, but there were ladies in our midst which shows a serious lack of character amongst the tricksters. I'm sure some horrible ironic fate befell them at some time later in the night.

The sun before the hunter's moon has turned all the rivers of the south to stone, and some drown in dust without asking question. Time to invest in granite.

Always have candy and booze on hand for marauders like this one. A new kind of year starts for godless pagans and for others, the tilt of the earth itself will impose upon the flesh of us all. Time to start building and protecting our flanks, or working up some flanks. Your welcome.