I write this from the kitchen table in our tiny studio apartment. Actually I guess it’s just a table, then, since the kitchen is the bedroom is the living room is the only room. We’re in Buenos Aires until December 10th, and after sleeping most of the day I find myself in a grumpish humour.
Mostly this is a function of having a subletter in our place back home, of missing my cat, and of the knowledge–the cold, clammy, irrevocable knowledge–that I will be missing Halloween. Apparently some people do celebrate Halloween here in Argentina (here’s an interesting article on the minor controversy it poses in a country that’s not overly fond of the US) but it’s really not a major thing.
To console myself, dear readers, I intend to flood the blog with Halloweeny stuff for the next two months, and maybe more. Videos, songs, links to other blogs–anything that strikes a Halloween chord is eligible. If you thought all those lists were bad–and there will be more, oh yes–then you might want to just clock out for a while. Stop reading for the next two or three months. Hopefully by then I’ll have got this out of my system.
I know a number of my awesome fellow bloggers have been doing more or less the same thing already. If anyone’s interested in doing some sort of multi-blog interplanetary Halloween galactic doom collaboration, we can talk. Until then, here’s my first little offering, the first slice of the Halloween pie I won’t be eating this year. Enjoy it while I have a bit of a cry.