Here I am, sitting on a couch in the dark while Midnight Syndicate's 13th Hour plays on the speakers. The front room has a coffin, a body, some soots, lewd skeletons, the dog, dad's lightning-sphere, and of course, trick-or-treaters. Bran-Turned-Mina is upstairs applying the rest of her vampirey self so she can...um, go to someone's house and ( Read more... )

So the class I was teaching is now over! I gave the final yesterday; it went pretty well. After it was over, one of the guys stuck around and just chatted for a while. His name is Travis. This actually wasn't the first time he's stuck around to chat. He's also the only one I gave my actual name to (as opposed to my legal name, which is of ( Read more... )

keeperofthecats and I escaped the chaos of my folks' house (where Bran and her ilk had congealed in order to "carve pumpkins," which to ME looked a lot like "sit around, watch Clue, yak at the top of their lungs, and periodically break out in wrestling fits. It's a combo of her old high school friends and her college buds, and they seem to be blending nicely). ( Read more... )