October 26th, 2008


Kids, bad movies, tattoos, and corbies

We went out and did the trick or treat fund raiser for the Imaginarium we do every year, even if it does seem the kids are too old for it, it's a family tradition on Friday. Now, this year, the kids costumes were completely up to them. The both asked for and received a black reaper's robe to use for their costumes, and other then that, they made them up themselves. And I had NO idea what either of them were.
As we were living, someone asked E, "Are you a nobody? I'm a nobody too!" and E was thrilled, and said "Yes! I'm (whoever she was. I'd need to ask her to spell it)" and they talked happily about nobodies. I had Dickinson going through my head.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

In fact, I recited it out loud, to my family's intense embarrassment. Apparently the cool moms don't recite poetry at the drop of a hat, but really.. it was too perfect not to.
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I talked to a local artist about my "I've actually stuck to the gym thing for a year" tattoo. I was planning on Wonder Woman, but couldn't decide precisely on the art. So.. it will be a custom piece. I finally figured it out. A head or bust in semi-profile done in a Mucha style.
Today we watched Lost Boy: The Tribe. Wow.. umm.. it was awful. The comic Reign of Frogs was a whole lot better. I'm still reeling from the badness.
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