Let's roll some dice, watch some movies, or generally just geek out. New posts at 6:30 pm ET but only if I have something to say. Menu at the top. gsllc@chirp.enworld.org on Mastodon and @gsllc on Twitter.
If you enjoy this post, please retweet it (Twitter/X), boost it (Mastodon), repost it (MeWe), or repost it (BlueSky).
I’m in the unfortunate position of not being able to fully participate in my company’s Halloween costume contest. I have to wear something that can be quickly removed and put back on, so things like face paint are out of the question. In order for people even just to like my costume, I have to tell a story. Last year, I wore a prison jump suit. This year, I give you the prequel to that costume.
Did Jason wear dress shoes?
It’s hard to be scary when everyone knows they can outrun you.
My office really gets into the holiday spirit regardless of what the holiday is. For Halloween, most people are in costumes, and the office is decked out in Halloween decorations. For the past two years, everyone in the office was assigned someone to whom to give a gift bag. Once they received it, they’d have to give one to their assigned recipient. Both years, I was the last recipient, so I didn’t have to give anyone anything. (As a recovering Catholic, that makes me feel very guilty.) That’s probably a good thing, because as you’re about to see, I don’t understand these people at all.
For the past 4 years, my coworkers (yes, primarily women, including the boss) have been decorating my office, insisting on a pink motif right down to the mouse pad (not shown).
I also don’t want plants in my office.
Maybe that’s why my costume this year is “old guy with no sense of fun.”
Here’s my gift bag.
Digging a little deeper, I received some socks. Women’s fuzzy socks.
I don’t think they understand me either. If they did, they would have included this in my gift bag.
HR would not approve.
Fortunately, I also received the following to wash away the frustration.
Do you remember what happened the last time I celebrated Inktober? No? Well, you’re not going to like it. You’re certainly not go to like this one. You see, a friend posted to Facebook a list of Inktober assignments, and being the smartass I am, I’ve taken on (synonym: stolen) those assignments despite my . . . “modest” drawing skills. Look, mine will be funnier, okay? I’d link to his (which are going to be much better), but he protects his tweets. You’ll have to settle for mine.
He’s drawing for a charity by offering his drawings for sale, the proceeds for which go to the Stillbrave Childhood Cancer Foundation. Noble, but my choice of charity is the JDRF. Unfortunately, no one will buy my work, so until their link breaks, you can directly donate here. Or you can donate to Stillbrave. I won’t get angry. Here are the assignments:
Dungeons & Dragons is a trademark of Wizards of the Coast, LLC, who neither contributed to, nor endorsed, the contents of this post. (Okay, jackasses?)
Sundays are now lazy days for me. Going forward, I’m just going to re-post other people’s work or just do something silly. Today is a public service announcement.
My Classic Movies category is reserved for movies like Citizen Kane and Casablanca, but I couldn’t help but include this movie in that series. It’s only 27 years old, but it’s a movie that everyone told me is a “must-watch.” Thought I enjoyed it, and it’s probably as good as any Halloween movie for viewing during that holiday season, I wouldn’t place it in that category. As with many movies, this one may have earned its reputation based on nostalgia rather than filmmaking technique.
Or not. Maybe it simply didn’t trigger things in me that it does in most others.
Even if you also merely like it, it’s short, fun, and thematic, so it’s not a bad watch at all. As always, YMMV.