I do realize the bizarre, preposterously first-world narcissism of bragging online about which TV shows you’ve watched. I’m doing it anyway.
Hey, I’m trying to get into the spirit of Halloween. And it’s my blog, I figure.
This is how I’ve marked the season so far:
“Midnight Mass” (2021). Outstanding!
“The Walking Dead” Season 11 mid-season finale (2021). Predictably quite good.
The start of “Fear the Walking Dead” Season 7 (2021). The sets and special effects are still top-notch — but Episode 1 was disappointingly confusing and weird.
“Suck” (2009). Really funny and surprisingly engaging. Even the music was really good.
The start of “The Walking Dead: World Beyond” Season 2 (2021). Yeesh. It started off confusing — then turned vaguely unexciting. I thought all its unprecedented exposition for this fictional universe would be exciting, but it curiously is not.
The start of “What We Do in the Shadows” Season 3 (2021). Hilarious!
Pal of mine got me these bat Halloween decorations; they’re all over my house. Here’s the thing, though — they look so much like Batman’s bat symbol that I might leave them affixed at key locations in my home after the holiday, the better to confer superhero lair status. The second picture below is my bedroom door, for example.
I could go nuts. I could have a bat-lamp. A bat-coffeemaker. A bat-dishwasher. A bat-garbage can. Can’t afford the butler, though.
I’m so happy to share here that Poetry Pacific published a poem of mine yesterday in its 2021 issue — you can find “The Writer” right here.
Established in Vancouver in 2012, Poetry Pacific is now an annual publication, and this year’s edition includes 62 poets and four visual artists. Thanks once again to Editor Yuan Changming for allowing me to share my work through this exemplary international online journal.
Are these the coolest Valentines goodies ever?!?! That is a Himalayan Salt Lamp up top and that’s a big shiny lapel pin on the bottom. I think the lamp looks like one of the Sankara Stones from “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” (1984).
And I think the anatomically accurate heart looks like one of the metal hearts created by Dr. Jacob Farmer in my horror tale, “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal.” My Valentine didn’t even mean it that way — she just thought the pin was funny … which just kinda makes it awesomely, ominously meta.
Now whoever sees me in my overcoat is forewarned that my hubris will destroy the world. (Clock’s ticking, people.)
