Winter is strange in DC. Having lived the majority of my life North-of-the-Wall (Canada), I have a pretty intense and distinct idea of what constitutes as a snowy day. This is not meant to be a pissing contest, we just get a lot of snow:
So when work closes down because of a few centimeters, I'm really delighted.
(Note: Canadians do not particularly like winter as a People. Winter doesn't even hit the same way across the board (just compare Vancouver, BC, compared to Fredericton, NB).That being said ...... this, the most Canadian of things, came to my attention today. There are nice and terrible things about the season just like any other season. And it's not winter all year, just in - you know - the winter. Please do not bring your skies in June, you will be sorely disappointed.
(Note to the note: The "skis in June" really happened. It was both a little frustrating, and
hilarious. Still not entirely certain I wasn't being Punk'd.
So, it is a SNOW DAY! here in DC, which everyone who writes knows is the best day for writing, and everyone who reads knows is the best day for reading, and everyone who has a kitten knows that it is the best day for a kitten to curl up on your lap and be amazing.
But really, never let anyone tell you that ambient haunted house music is just for October. It's excellent, and very effective for scaring the crap out of you too. I left it on the other day, forgot that the last track goes really quiet with occasional screams, thought it was over, and nearly lost my mind when I thought I heard a child giggling. But, to be fair, we also did recently discovered a tiny hand print on the mirror in our guest room and we have never had toddlers in this apartment. So the giggle might have come from our ghost child . . . but it might have been the record . . . Not knowing is half the fun!
Long and short, I highly recommend Parlour Trick if you're creating anything (words for people to vividly hallucinate by, delicious food, a painting composed of old shoe polish and bird feathers, etc.) as it will set a plesantly spooky tone, or if you're trying to give another possibly explanation to weird stuff in your house you'd rather overlook for the time being, because you've got deadlines.
Little Ghost Child, floats down through the celing: Don't talk to me about deadlines.
Me: Haha! Good one, little guy! *high-five!*
Happy Birthday to Marg Craig! This lovely lady runs a funny and informative blog about classic movies. You should go read it. I have known Marg since high school, but have recently (just now) realised that we have very few pictures of us together in which we are not making a ridiculous face. I would say this corrolates highly with being friends with cool women for years: weird faces in cool places.
So Happy Birthday to over a decade of memories Miss Marg. Just check out the classic titles! "The Great Christmas Tree Caper," "Midnight Line-Up for Cohen, a.k.a Shanty Town Blues," "Amanda Palmer and the Great Proposal," "Danger! Shitty Date!"