…is a must read. Possibly Ray Bradbury‘s best work.
That’s my copy, and I’ve had it for a few decades now. No way of knowing how many times I’ve read it, but this time of year it always makes a rude appearance.
Halloween rocks.
I’m not sure if it’s the magic of the one special night, the time of year, or the history that surrounds the whole thing… but there’s a cool power involved in make believe, and All Hallows Eve certainly encompasses it.
So try to treat yourself tomorrow night. Find an awesome scary movie, go to a costume party or just stay home, chill out and read a good book; no excuses, because I just gave you a suggestion – The Halloween Tree!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but it kinda sounded like someones shrill voice gliding across the bare walls. Like you might find in one of those old time horror flicks, as some old dude cruises around his castle, plotting to do something nefarious. Echoes that have grown out of some unknown event, forever forced to reverberate off the stone walls before eventually fading into the darkness that threatens to cover our souls like some musty old quilt.
OK, I might have gotten just a wee bit off track there… but you get what I’m saying, right?
I have a theory that wants to bounce around the castle a bit, and it goes like this: The most consistent voice you’ll ever hear throughout your entire lifetime will be your own. It’s the only one that might rise as consistently as you do, and fall silent when laid to rest. It’ll be there waiting impatiently by the phone, and it’ll be the strongest, clearest opinion you’ll ever consider.
Super psyched… I just watched the first episode, and it rocks. It was so good.
No spoilers – just expressing my excitement!
Released yesterday, I’m tempted to plow though all 9 episodes, but then I’d have to wait another year for more.
It’s a great series so far. If you haven’t checked it out, I envy you.
Stranger Things is a Netflix original drama, set in a small town in Indiana in 1983. I could go more into the overall plot line, but it’s probably best if you go into it not expecting too much. Basically, it’s a horror/thriller that encompasses a small group of kids, in a small town… where strange things happen.
The cast, story writers and production are amazing. The references to the 1980’s are spot on (since I was a kid during that time period).
…and that’s a big deal. The generation that was told they’d never get out of the 80’s has somehow made it much further than they ever dreamed possible.
Who are the Gen X’ers? Well, that’s a valid question.
Gen X’ers were born in the early 60’s through the early 80’s, sandwiched in-between the Baby Boomers and Gen Y (the Millennials). Many Gen X’ers grew up as latch-key kids, and their generation comes from families with a high percentage of divorce.
More simply put: Gen X’ers are the last ones who can accurately recall what life was like before the tech boom happened, the computer age that created this wonderful world we all now live in.
Generational personality comes from events that a generation of people experience as they are growing up in a certain point in time in American history. These events shape the values of that generation…
This too is key. The world effects us as a generation. It molds the way we approach things, and how we deal with what life chooses to throw at us.
These guys get it.
Gen X’ers are adaptable and very self reliant. They had to be, because their parents were the Boomers. The Boomers have followed us relentlessly across the galaxy, trying everything just to get back the plans we stole.
Don’t even get me started on Gen Y… oh lordy.
Happy birthday Gen X’ers!
One can only imagine what lies in the middle of the road just ahead of us. I hope it’s something better than what we’ve seen thus far.
It’s both wonderful and a bit alarming to realize that everything we touch… touches us back. Not sure why this would creep me out. The sense of touch is a pretty cool thing, pretty far out there.
Yep, right out there in the corn field.
There’s really no getting around it…
…and yet, to make matters worse, the sub atomic particles that make up everything we see around us (including ourselves) never really touch. They just orbit each other at incredible distances (sub atomically speaking).
Thinking of it in those terms, I guess we never really touch anything.
…and that which must always be brought forth from it.
Drenched so fully, as of late.
Seems like the bad weather always arrives on the heels of it’s sister cousin nice weather… but then, how else could that work? Guess if it were several stretches of nice weather, we’d just group it all together. Ahh, group theory… you little devil you.
I’m trying not to… you know, ruin everything.
The world spins, and I can almost catch the color of its eyes. Almost.
Back to the rain with ye, you old whipper snapper you. Back into the abyss.
Oh politics. It’s understandable if you’re as burned out on it as I am.
It could be buddy… big trouble.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Things go round and round, and year after year very little ever seems to get much better.
I’ve been following the political news of the day since I was a kid, but this last year has completely taken the cake. The amount of corruption that took place during Obama’s administration, and the insane way it’s been shielded for so long is beyond appalling.
However, it now all seems to be coming out in the wash.
Begs the question…
There are numerous examples about what I’m referring to, and videos on the latest breaking news… but I think Hannity sums it up best:
…it’s absolutely mind boggling just how long man has walked the Earth.
Think about it… here’s some knowledge:
How Long Have Humans Been On Earth? While our ancestors have been around for about six million years, the modern form of humans only evolved about 200,000 years ago. Civilization as we know it is only about 6,000 years old, and industrialization started in the earnest only in the 1800’s.
Absolutely no way to comprehend that amount of time, not really.
Most of us have a misty to no idea about what life was like even 100 years ago… try imagining 6000 years. No way can we even begin to quantify something in the neighborhood of 200,000.
No way man.
I’m seriously blown away… and it makes the worries of the day seem ludicrous.
…this was to be the last moments I would ever embrace from the old world, subtle acts of kindness from just before the change.
There exists an image that can burn with such fervor, and this same image will always be etched within my heart. Voices continue to chatter with each other, and I will remain sitting at my table, apart from the world while relaxing outside that tiny Louisiana coffee shop on that hot afternoon… so long ago.
I can’t erase what isn’t there.
Tomorrow, I might wake up. I might jet out into another America, but for now this is all that remains of that world. All we hold are our memories now.
This is what I refer to as being drawn back in time. This is how we time travel. There are some memories that can overcome, and for me that’s just swell.
Watching the removal of more statues. Sad times indeed.
For years, our books have been disappearing off the shelves, but most people can’t be bothered. Schools have turned blue with incompetence, little Johnny can’t read or write… yet no one cares. Our streets are paved with turmoil and bitterness. The gutters are overrun by ne’er-do-wells… as the circle does not hold, and falls apart.
Liberty is always under attack, and that’s a bromide. It’s a quip, used to remind oneself that if a sunrise is not held firmly enough to your bosom, it ceases to exit.
If you fold me, you might as well hold me under again.
Crandew 
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