Carving pumpkins is super hard you guys. I hacked away at this last night while we watched Donnie Darko. I think I could have done it better but I also hadn’t carved a jack-o-lantern in ages. Val came over after work and we discussed why we had never carved pumpkins at the old house and decided it was because we lived in Little India and there were no easily accessible pumpkins so probably we decided to drink beer instead.
I attempted to make vegan caramel apples this afternoon but I cooked the caramel waaaaaaay too long. They are more like apples covered in delicious but jagged, sharp sugar goodness.
And now I will listen to kids set off fire crackers for the rest of the night. Hope you’re having a good one!
Hi! I thought I didn’t care about Halloween (because I do not like when strangers wear masks) but then I guess it turns out I do care!
We invited a small number of people at the last minute so I cannot be very sad times that it didn’t really happen in a way that did not involve me sitting around waiting for things to happen. (Oh clearly these first photos are of houses in my neighbourhood and not of my house as I do not have a house.)
Steph came over for a bit before she had to go to work and Maine and I made her really angry when she said that no one really “needs” the internet for anything and then I said “You need the internet to check your email.”, which I thought was funny but I guess she interpreted it as me being argumentative. I dunno. I laugh every time I think about it. Because it is true. And the truth is funny.
But! I got a big pumpkin that I am going to carve into Jupiter. It is not going to be as epic as this pumpkin but it will be a good time I hope.
I dug out the old box of Halloween decorations that I inherited that time I got laid off at eBay. I honestly have no idea why we thought we needed to put Al Gore’s face on this skeleton but it still makes me laugh.
We cleaned up and then Maine humored me and helped me decorate. I put all sorts of random crap up and then Lou became confused about life a little.
I kinda wish I had decorated sooner but I completely forgot about this box of stuff. Hilary is supposed to come over later and I guess we will drink beers and maybe watch a terrible movie, but hopefully it will be Hocus Pocus, because I am 5 years old. Oh and I might make vegan caramel apples but that is pretty ambitious.
On Friday I got an email telling me that I had won a pair of passes for The Future from The Snipe. I had already forgotten that I had even entered to win, so it was a pleasant surprise, though I did feel like a poo for canceling my pumpkin carving plans with Hilary. Do not worry, we are going to have a do-over today.
I really loved Me You and Everyone We Know, and also one time Miranda July wrote a book of short stories and I enjoyed that also, so I had been looking forward to The Future for a while.
I don’t know how to talk about this movie because I did really like it and I think it is definitely worth seeing but it is also really sad, and maybe I am too fixated on the realities of cats (and other animals) in shelters to look past that and see it more as a metaphor for their sad abandoned relationship.
It is about a couple, Sophie and Jason, who find a sad cat and are going to adopt it. The cat has always been outside, and has never been loved, and it is really sad. They can’t take the cat home yet because it hurt it’s paw, so they have 30 days to figure their lives out before they have to take on this responsibility. (P.S. owning a cat is not even as scary as they think it is… you can go places, you just have to bribe your friends to baby sit them.)
So you kind of expect them to make a real effort to really live, but mostly they just seem to flounder a bit and Sophie ends up sleeping with some old guy who is kind of a creep actually while Jason half-heartedly tries to save the world from global warming.
It was really not what I expected – like Val said, I thought the movie would be more like the beginning and way less like the ending. Which doesn’t make it bad, it just made me feel sad. There are funny parts and quirky parts and sad parts, and some parts that I related to a lot.
I was really thankful when we left and saw not one but two cute bulldogs on our walk back to the Skytrain (Vancity theatre is in a pip pip fancy town part of the city and everyone has either really fancy expensive dogs or they have rescue dogs). I even got to pet the tiny baby bulldog – so cute!
I was pretty happy to come home and love my kitties also.
