ROLLY POLLY OLLY HALLOWEEN MOVIE
ROLLY POLLY OLLY HALLOWEEN PASSWORD

ROLLY POLLY OLLY HALLOWEEN MOVIE

While they played I worked on the buzz.mn movie – did a rough cut on the laptop. She says she remembers it, but I think she says that just for my benefit. That’s where she played when she went to preschool. For the last few weeks (G)Nat and friends have been playing outside in the church courtyard anyway. Last week someone had turned the television to a PBS financial show, and the kids reacted like vampires shown a cross made out of a saint’s femurs it had the most unusual effect. At least they disconnected the TV, which was always playing some brain-softening cartoon that turned all the kids into dead-eyed banality-reception units.

ROLLY POLLY OLLY HALLOWEEN PASSWORD

No password required! Took (G)Nat to choir – the same drill every Tuesday. Today was spent shooting & editing, although I shot down to the office for confabs and emails also got some fine old 30s and 40s Halloween photos from the Strib archives, and they’ll be up at buzz.mn tomorrow. And the posts aren’t always Strib links sometimes I’m just writing mini-columns about matters with local hooks but wider implications, to really saturate the endeavor with unearned pretension.) You can always apply for a seven-day pass – you needn’t give your name or email. I understand I don’t like to register either. (One of the bleatchat comments today apologized for not hitting the buzz, because the links often went to the Strib site, and the person didn’t want to register. AND there’s the weekly buzz.mn video, which is Halloween-themed as well, of course. Pay close attention to the end it turns and turns and turns around. There’s a spoooooky story from “Quiet, Please” – the episode regarded as the best of the lot, “The Thing on the Fourbleboard.” I finally listened to it last weekend, and it gave me prickly hackles. Today we have a threefold Halloween treat. Hah! Hah! Because the internet’s killing us, you see, and –Īnyway. I do have a neighborhood party tomorrow perhaps I’ll hook up a fake computer terminal chomping on my rear and go as The Newspaper Industry.

So, where do you work? Mrgggghhhooo ooaaahhhmmmm. Then again: the only thing worse than people who don’t truly inhabit their characters are the ones who do, and insist on being somber zombies who won’t enter into conversation but just stand there moaning, staring into space. Go as the Phantom of the Opera, and spend the night raging at people who failed to recognize my genius. If I had a party to go to – an adult party, that is, not something with Poohs and princesses running around – I would like to go in costume, but only if I could maintain character all night long. Not to say others do, but you know what I mean some people really, really love Halloween. Oh, I like it fine, but I don’t build my life around it. We’ve a Halloween extravaganza today – and I’m not much of Halloween guy, either.

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