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Oct. 15th, 2015 05:43 pmlist of questions going around my flist. Hit me with a number and if I have an answer to that question, I'll share. disclaimer: I may not have answers to some of them.
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Oct. 15th, 2015
Two, two memes in one day!
Oct. 15th, 2015 07:34 pm( Somebody stop me! )
Ask away. I may actually answer a few of these on my own, because I'm just that self-involved. *g*
In other news, I traditionally use those orange candy pumpkins and candy corn in my Halloween decor, because I'm classy like that. OH shopped, but could find only a smallish bag of corn, and a bag containing regular corn, that blighted, wrong, chocolate-tipped corn, and pumpkins all mixed together. I spent a bit of time this morning...sorting my corn and pumpkins. The corn goes in the black iron kettle on the coffee table with the crystal ball, The Essential Supernatural oversized hardcover, the spellbook box, the skull and flying witch votive cups, my second pine needle besom (the first stays on a wee shelf by the back door), dark-themed books by friends (Dark's Tale, Deb Grabien, Gothic Charm School, Jillian Venters, Sam the Bat by Allyson Beatrice) a copy of Epitaphs from the Very Best Old Graveyards, and Snoopy's It Was a Dark and Stormy Night--the last one's gang agley, though, and I know not where--and the Halloween and Deviant Moon tarot decks. The pumpkins get scattered amid other decorations, and the blighted with chocolate corn goes in a bowl and gets shoved at unwary guests: "Eat it! Go on, it won't hurt you, I promise!" Stupid unnatural chocolate corn.
Ask away. I may actually answer a few of these on my own, because I'm just that self-involved. *g*
In other news, I traditionally use those orange candy pumpkins and candy corn in my Halloween decor, because I'm classy like that. OH shopped, but could find only a smallish bag of corn, and a bag containing regular corn, that blighted, wrong, chocolate-tipped corn, and pumpkins all mixed together. I spent a bit of time this morning...sorting my corn and pumpkins. The corn goes in the black iron kettle on the coffee table with the crystal ball, The Essential Supernatural oversized hardcover, the spellbook box, the skull and flying witch votive cups, my second pine needle besom (the first stays on a wee shelf by the back door), dark-themed books by friends (Dark's Tale, Deb Grabien, Gothic Charm School, Jillian Venters, Sam the Bat by Allyson Beatrice) a copy of Epitaphs from the Very Best Old Graveyards, and Snoopy's It Was a Dark and Stormy Night--the last one's gang agley, though, and I know not where--and the Halloween and Deviant Moon tarot decks. The pumpkins get scattered amid other decorations, and the blighted with chocolate corn goes in a bowl and gets shoved at unwary guests: "Eat it! Go on, it won't hurt you, I promise!" Stupid unnatural chocolate corn.
