i usually get a bit saddened on nov. 1st because that means halloween done passed and i have to wait another 364 days for the sucka to come back around. today is no exception. anna and i drove around on various errands and in every store we shopped at was selling its halloween gee gaws at 1/2 price. to top it off we passed a spirit store - a roving shop that specializes in all things ghoulish - still open. but for how long. if christmas hoopla seems barren in the middle of summer then a store that sells halloween shit on the day after halloween has got to be the very pit of depression.

so tonight to assuage my grief i stopped off at our local borders bookstore and bought two novels by horror writer brian keene. i know nothing of his work except that they are packed with putrid zombies and come highly recommended by those - i guess - in the know. when i was in my teens i used to read a whole mess of horror fiction. writers such as steve rasnic tem and dennis etchison and clive barker. so googling etchison and tem last week i run across the name of keene and me being the sort to say what the hell. . . so far, so gross. in a good way.

nicholas had a blast trick or treating dressed he was as a frog. we bought a new digital camera for the occassion and pics are forthcoming soon as i get them uploaded. nicholas made bank on the candy and as we also purchased a shitload of the sweetstuff that is left-over i am also drowning my sorrows in snickers and butterfingers.

if alcohol is the devil's piss then candy is old scratch's dookie. and man what sweet sweetness it is. i'm getting another butterfinger right now.