What about the World Series, Joe? We don't want to miss that, do we?

Last night I watched the Red Sox win the World Series. This is quite possibly the most attention I've paid to baseball since fifth grade. It was fun. My mother now wants to know when we can start calling them the Damn Sox, since clearly the Yankees are no longer the dominant team of the American League . . .

The night before was the annual Halloween party. There were owls and theologians, pirates and ninjas, mistletoe gods and femmes fatale, lawyers and painted demons, storytellers and printer's devils, clowns and mad scientists and shrines to the Sox, and only some of these were costumes. We carved over a dozen pumpkins and I will put up photographs if any of them came out. It was a good renewal after two weeks of reasonably unmitigated suck.

And today, my story "Teinds" is online at Strange Horizons, for Halloween and all the things worth holding fast. And for autumn. Enjoy.

[edited 2007-10-29 01:48]

The mail just arrived, bearing copies of Flytrap #8 (which contains my flash "Upon the Land, On the Sea," written for seajules) and Mythic Delirium #17 (which contains my poem "In Ellipsis," but more importantly rushthatspeaks' phenomenal "How to Hide in a Japanese Print") and a gift of strange herbal teas from strange_selkie and darthrami. Thank you, October!