With mistletoe and candle green, to Halloween we go
I have not yet collated or uploaded any of the photographs from last Saturday's Halloween party. Nonetheless, I took a few tonight.

The tarasque is a shy beast.

The sun is anyone's prey now.

Happy Halloween.
The tarasque is a shy beast.
The sun is anyone's prey now.
Happy Halloween.

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My Irish teacher told us one time that when he was a boy in Gaoth Dóbhair they still made lanterns of turnips for Oíche Shamhna. I'll try to remember to ask him next week how they used to hollow them out.
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I've done this lots of times, but I don't do it any more because North American Halloween is so unpleasant for so far in advance that I never feel like celebrating it at all. My downstairs neighbours have a dead baby on the doorstep -- I mean it's a doll, but... yuck. I don't feel about it the way you feel about spiders, but walking in past it has been distressing nevertheless.
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That's not right. It's not a memento mori; it's just unpleasant.
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My goodness, that's deeply ugly. You've my sympathy--it can't be pleasant to live so close to folk who find that cute, or funny, or whatever it is that makes them think such a thing is worth having on their doorstep.
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An he tells me one, I'll be sure to pass it on.
(Blasted thing broke one of my good knives.)
Goodness, that's unpleasant.
BTW, I noticed on your userinfo that you went to CSG. I hope you don't mind my asking, but did you know Andi B.? We grew up showing horses together, and her mother's a good friend of my mother's.
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