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We could find out together. It could be hour little project.

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I wonder if I can convert my daylight savings to a daylight checking account.

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“In November, the earth is growing quiet.”

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“In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures.

“The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets …”

— from Cynthia Rant’s In November

Source:  the Serendipity Corner Facebook page

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Photo by Eric Robert Nolan

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That’s snow way to end Halloween.

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(No, it did not snow here in Roanoke. But it snowed in a lot of my friends’ burbs, and I cannot resist the pun.)

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Happy Halloween!!

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Enjoy it and stay safe!!

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Photo credit: ParentingPatch, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

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Care for a tale about zombie scouts? By yours truly?

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I penned this little tale about ravenous zombie children a decade ago — and the really nice people over at Tales of the Zombie War published it.  Since so many of you guys are being so cool about getting into the Halloween spirit, I thought I’d contribute what I could.  🙂

The Tales of the Zombie War website appears to be going through some minor formatting issues with its text.  (As someone who writes this informal blog, I can vouch for how easily that can happen.)  But I think that the story is still easy to read.

Enjoy “The Siege of Fort Buzzard.”  And aim for the head!

“The Siege of Fort Buzzard”

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Photo credit: Tullius Detritus, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons

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Tempus losingit?

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I keep politely asking people about their weekend.

It is Thursday and I am an imbecile.

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Throwback Thursday: this 1983 commercial for General Mills Monster Cereals!

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Here’s a weird bit of pop culture — a 1983 ad for General Mills Monster Cereals.  I might never have actually had Boo Berry — and I remember eating Franken Berry only once or twice?  But Count Chocula was a sugary morning delicacy in my household growing up.

It frequently had the best toy surprises waiting at the bottom of the box too.  (Do cereals still have those?)  I was utterly thrilled that one summer when I got my hands on the the Monster Cereals ink stamps — though, if memory serves, I actually had to save some proofs-of-purchase or something and send away for them in the mail.

Anyway, thanks to the SaturdayMorningFever Youtube channel for this upload.

And if weird Monster Cereals trivia is your thing, then you ought to read up on Quentin Tarantino’s reverence for Fruit Brute.

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A terrific hometown paper.

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A little more seasonal fun?

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A pal of mine is contemplating this very prank.

And now so am I. (You can get some pretty interesting ideas from Facebook.) I even know exactly which college friend I’d like to spook.

Suppose a succession of different disconcerted people handed this off to someone else. If you could somehow track the doll’s progress, it would be an interesting social experiment.

Hey … suppose the doll actually took on a supernatural life of its own — after being infused with the fears of the people who’d handled it during the inception of an innocent prank? You’d have a whole life-imitates-art thing going on. Or unlife.

What a story idea! One of you guys should run with that.

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Lothlorien Poetry Journal publishes my essay about Dennis Williamson.

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I am honored today to see Lothlorien Poetry Journal publish my essay about the passing of my friend and colleague, Dennis Williamson.

You can find the essay right here.

Thanks to Strider Marcus Jones for allowing me to share Dennis’ memory via this first-rate literary magazine — where Dennis himself saw some of his best work published before he died.