This may surprise some of you guys, especially those that know me in Real Life, but I am not a huge fan of summer.
It’s too warm.
I’m far too pasty to really enjoy the glaring death ball in the sky.
Really, it’s kind of sultry in here.
Multitudes of flying, stinging, buzzing things with their ouchy, itchy bites.
Hot now.
Walking barefoot outside is tantamount to firewalking with added tar & asphalt bits.
Christ, could we put the AC on PLEASE?
I like fall. I enjoy gentler weather, a dearth of the aforementioned bugs, open windows, and the ability to have a fire without feeling I am reenacting a scene from Dante’s Inferno.
But mostly I like that it means Halloween is right around the corner. Lots of candy, crazy costuming, and a 007 license to spook.
One of my favorite memories of my paternal grandmother1 is her reading us a scary story from one of the many books she had in her house.
She also had about a squilliion Reader’s Digest Condensed Books.
I told the Girl that I wanted to do a recording of me telling the story – as my grandmother had to us kids. She thinks this is a fab idea2.
I love this idea and am really looking forward to doing it for you guys. But now I don’t want to wait for Halloween!
Patience isn’t really my strong suit.
Sadism – being totally ready to fuck over a character in a game/story – is really my forte.
That a snappy sense of fashion.
1– One of the few. Mostly, my brother and I were treated as second-class citizens by that woman.
2– She gave me a Look and was like, “Ooookay, Mom.” It wasn’t outright laughter, so I will take it.
The Process 
