rubinville

BOO!

Did I scare ya?

Yea, I'm quite the haunter.

Halloween is just hours away and I am preparing accordingly by getting ready to gawk at the freaks parading the streets. This is in no way different than my normal day of gawking at the freaking parading the streets, though on this one day I'm allowed to point and comment without the threat of being assaulted. It's what Halloween is all about.

I'm guessing that the big cryptic costume of the year will be Steve Irwin complete with sting-ray barb potruding from his chest. I'll count how many of those I see, and I'll make note of anything even more tasteless.

I brought Emma (my dog) over to a friends apartment today and literally within 15 seconds of being there she peed on the carpet. Febreeze really is a great, great product.

Did I really need to put "my dog" in parenthesis in that sentence? As if you'd think I had a friend Emma who pees on carpets. I apologize for thinking so little of you.

I'm watching a Six Feet Under repeat on the Bravo network. Commercials can somehow make brilliant things seem less brilliant.

The election continues to creep up on us like a meaningless event that will change the country in no significant way. I just can't decide whether to hack into an electronic voting machine to fix the election or to just pour water on the screen and fry the freaking thing. I'm leaning towards pouring the water, if for no other reason than to prove my theory that water is the natural enemy of democracy.

All this writing has gotten me parched. You'll have to excuse me, I need a glass of communism...