Not Scary

This is the first year I didn’t decorate for Halloween, nor am I handing out candy. My deadline is looming and I cannot afford to spend any free time on anything else–the spouse did talk me into attending a Halloween party this weekend. It was easier to just say yes.

I’m going as the Masque of the Red Death– and my mask will be a raven’s beak with feathers. It’s last year’s unused costume that lets me celebrate my love for Poe, and mourn the Ravens performance this year that began with that shitshow in London.

Time Out

I’m having a complete shit fit right now while trying to navigate Deviantart’s submission process. It’s changed considerably since I was regular user (we’re talking over five years ago) and the fact that I’m furious and having a tantrum because it’s not easy or doing what I want it to do is a sign that I need to get off the fucking internet now.