For Halloween this year, I was:
a. a semi-obscure reference to a webcomic
b. from the distant future
c. Cory Doctorow
d. just really goddamned awesome
No one I encountered caught the reference, and most people just thought I was a superhero. Which, when you think about it, Cory Doctorow sort of *is*, so, whatever. I was so thoroughly amused by my costume that I didn’t care in the slightest that nobody knew what I was (though– the glasses from Night Two didn’t work the way I thought they would, but the paint on my goggles from Night One kept rubbing off).
S. wore my most favorite ever costume in the whole entire universe of costumes, I am not even kidding: he went as Three-Hole-Punch [S.]. Which should have been immediately obvious upon first glance, but nobody knew what (or whom) *he* was, either, and that just makes me sort of sad. You people have no idea what you’re missing.
It’s (finally) November and yesterday, while I was contemplating the fact that it was (finally) the last day of October, I realized that this means nothing to me, in the same way that January 1 doesn’t mean a great deal to me. But it *is* November now, and it’s almost the weekend, and already this month is starting off with good, good things: I might fly out to Chicago tomorrow night, or maybe to D.C., or else take a half-day trip to San Francisco on Saturday– Toad will be back in Vegas Saturday night– and on Tuesday, "Ratatouille" comes out on DVD!
And if nothing else, by the time this weekend is over, my most recent interest will have up and moved away. Which one would think would be a *bad* thing, but while I’m not exactly jumping for joy over this, it’ll be a little something of a relief. We were never going to be anything real, which I suppose I’ve accepted when it comes to the guys in that particular social scene, but of course I got a little attached to the way he would look at me and smile, to the way laughter came so easily into our dialogue. And I make no apologies for this– I knew, always, what the limitations were, but time with him was always nice and it was– fun– to have that little flutter in my chest again.
So of course the night it became clear that I actually, genuinely liked him was the same night I found out he was leaving. Et voila. The aforementioned relief will come from the fact that if he isn’t here, I can’t hope to see him again.
COMPLETELY UNRELATED JOKE TIME!
Q: What has 6 legs, 3 ears, 4 tusks and 2 trunks?
A: An elephant with spare parts.
Q: What did the cat say to the elephant?
Q: Why do elephants have grey skin?
A: To keep their insides together.