The Prequel's Progress: 27098. God only knows where
she was trick-or-treating, but Muse turned up first thing Monday morning with a sack of story notes instead of candy, which was good although at that hour I could have used the sugar. Later she made me start crocheting a bright-red "tomato" hat and a rug for the cats. I dread what she's going to come up with during the election-night coverage, especially if it goes into extra innings again. Anybody want to invite me to a party so I won't be tempted to slipcover Texas?
I finally made it to one of
rollick's
gay-bar showtunes outings, which was amusing although she says that it was uncharacteristically subdued. Her pictures of costumes in the parade came out very well despite her initial concerns. Overall a reasonably successful night out, beyond the incident when the drunken git took umbrage at my "hippie protester" costume and threw the sign in the gutter. (Still wondering if he was reacting based on this war or the historical one. Or if he thought I was a particularly lame drag queen.) Went home afterwards and somewhat belatedly sacrificed my pumpkin. Due to time considerations, it had to be simple, so I just made eyeholes and a mouthhole and stuck the chunks from the eyes on the lid for ears; woke up this morning and realized that what it was reminding me of was
the Napster logo.
C'est la veg.
The polls open in three hours. Does anyone else feel like this has been the longest four years of their lives?