Halloween season. The one time of year when it's cool to be Goth. I wonder . . . what do Goths do when Bif and Muffy steal their thunder? Do they take jobs at the Atelier Abattoir and embrace their role as arbiters of funeral fashion (does this silver dragon claw armour ring clash with my black nail polish? do pink and black leggings make me look fat?), or do they go all Abercrombie and Fitch for a month?
The good stuff:
Mousetrap - you roll your dice, you move your mice.
Henry James
Spencer Gifts
a selection of broadswords
Consecutive conversations at a writer party: "His great aunt took a cow to India," "He didn't know he was Jewish until he was an adult," and "I can't believe nobody at Lowe's knew what hardware cloth was."
ham in a baggie as a party favor
Preparing for houseguests
high dudgeon
low humor
shenanigans
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