Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Candy Candy Candy

I spoke too soon.

Yesterday I was telling one of my co-workers that I was pleasantly surprised about how "good" Ted had been about Halloween candy this year. And by good I mean not brandishing a shovel at the Wal Mart greeter as he charges the doors with shopping cart full of sweets. This year I honestly thought Ted was going to be satisfied with the few meager bags of mini-chocolate bars he bought at Loblaws a week ago.

I'm so silly.

Last night (being Halloween n' all) he came home with what can only be described as a "Shit Load" of candy - and - cute beyond all else - one of those orange plastic jack-o-lanterns that young kids use to trick-or-treat with before they learn the damage they can do with a few pillow-cases and a wagon. I kinda giggled at the jack-o-lantern as I asked him where he got it, and he told me his co-workers bought it for him. (knowing how much he loves Halloween)

I'm not truly complaining about all this, 'cause it makes him so happy. I just wish I could crack open a can of "iron will" and not touch any of it. My list of casualties so far is a mere mini Twix bar (love 'em) and a single "Atomic Fireball" (which wasn't nearly as hot as I remembered it.)

Since I was sick still, our original plan of Chinese Food at Steve and Jamie's place with weed and scary movies was sadly kiboshed. But we did settle-in and watch a cute animated movie called "Monster House", which was about as "Halloween" as one can hope to get without a costume.

Incidentally, for my own historic documents: Module 4 final mark: 92%. Purposefully trying not to talk about the course in general because all I do is bitch and moan about it and even I'm tired of listening to me. Still hate it more than anything though.

I missed posting on Halloween, but this was the song I had in mind: Michael Jackson's attempt to recapture the spooky, past-glory of Thriller on his last album "Invincible". This song is called "Threatened". It's not Thriller by any stretch of the "yo", but I like it.

Tonight's story is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction
A monster had arrived in the village
The major ingredient of any recipe for fear is the unknown
And this person or thing is soon to be met
He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion
Oh yes, I did forget something didn't I
I forgot to introduce you to the monster.

You're fearing me, 'cause you know I'm a beast
Watching you when you sleep, when you're in bed I'm underneath
You're trapped in halls, and my face is the walls
I'm the floor when you fall, and when you scream it's 'cause of me

I'm the living dead, the dark thoughts in your head
I know just what you said
That's why you've got to be threatened by me

You should be watching me,
you should feel
Why you sleep, why you creep,
you should be
Every time your lady speaks
she speaks to me,
Half of me
you'll never see,
so you should feel
threatened by me

You think you're by yourself, but it's my touch you felt
I'm not a ghost from Hell, but I've got a spell on you
In one blink I'll disappear, and then I'll come back to haunt you
I'm telling you, when you lie under a tomb
I'm the one watching you
That's why you got to be threatened by me

The unknown monster is about to embark
From a far corner, out of the dark
A nightmare, that's the case
Never Neverland, that's the place
This particular monster can read minds
Be in two places at the same time
This is judgement night, execution, slaughter
The devil, ghosts, this monster is torture
You can be sure of one thing, that's fate
A human presence that you feel is strange
A monster
that you can see disappear
A monster,
the worst thing to fear.

What you have just witnessed could be the end of a particularly terrifying nightmare.
It isn't.
It's the beginning.

1 comment:

Jerome said...

I had rehearsal on Hallowe'en night (yeah, sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?) and so I had a short period in which to hand out loot. I made a few kids quite happy when, to get rid of most of the candy, I just dumped about 1/3 of a box into each of their bags.