Happy Halloween October 31, 2018 wk o4

Happy Halloween everybody! I'm not going to write a lot this morning but I did want celebrate this Halloween Day with you . . .

I don't remember when I became a full fledge Halloween lover . . . but it was early on. Horror movies! I think that was my gate way into becoming a Halloween junky and THAT fascination with the dark-side of human nature began real early in my life somewhere around 6, 7, 8 years old, I think. During the summers my sister and brother would go up Aunt Ella And Uncle Ace's horse ranch up in Victorville, CA. I'd go sometimes, but mostly I was a city sort of boy. I didn't like the desert all that much. What I did like was being left alone at home in Lynwood, CA on Friday and Saturday nights so mom and dad could go work part time jobs in local beer bars. That's when I discovered horror movies. Frankenstein, Dracula, The Mummy . . . all the Universal monsters became my babysitters. And there were also those movies of the 50s that really scared the heck out of me . . . Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Thing From Another World . . . all those creepy, scary monsters . . . they were my friends, my siblings. And the heroes! They, they were my heroes too. They protected me from those things that make you hide under the covers. 

So, it's just a natural transition from lover of horror to lover of Halloween! Everything Halloween excited be. The costumes, the going door to door, the other little monsters just like me yelling "BOO!" and "Trick or Treat?!" I even wrote a few poems, horror and Halloween poems. And for my last entries for this October blog, I'll leave you with a few of my horror poems. Happy Halloween, all! P.S. If the poems are too small to read, just click on the pic and it will enlarge itself. MAGIC!

The Daily {W}rite October 2018 wk o3

I said goodbye last night to one of my oldest Facebook friends. No, she didn't die . . . well, in a metaphorical way . . . she did pass away. She was always posting the most vile political fake news on Facebook. Totally dishonest and hurtful to a fault. I put up for it because I really liked her, she's a poet and a publisher of novels and poetry in New Mexico. And I had some outlandish belief that I could change her outrageous political opinion. Yeah, that didn't work. Last night she posted this horrible story about how Democratic men where supporting abortion so they could gain control over women and ultimately destroy them. It was too much for me. I deleted her from friends list, and blocked her from ever contacting me again.

WEDnesday, October 17, 2o18
Remember how disappointed I was last week when David and I went to the Halloween stores in town and saw the pickings were, well, skimpy to say the least? Not much to write home about in either store as far as masks and Halloween accessories go. What masks there were, were over priced nothing other $50.00 that I saw. Really broke my little Halloween heart.

Well, today went for a healthy walk, at the sooner Fashion Mall because it was still a tad bit cold to go out to the Sutton Wilderness park. So, we were walking through Penny's into the main part of the mall. We started to notice that there were a lot of empty store fronts, the big bay windows were covered up with stenciled paper saying SOONER FASHION MALL in big black letters. Another disappointment. I love Sooner Fashion Mall and just hat the idea that it may go out of business just like the Sears store, which is expected to shut their doors in Norman-town before the end of the year.

Anyway, I was walking by this long row of paper covered shop windows where once there was some kind of Hepster clothing store . . . I turn the corner and my eyes got REAL big and my mouth opened like a enamel grand canyon! Holy Cow! There was this GIANT Michael Myers animatronic statue stabbing the air with his gigantic French knife in the rhythm of the tune to Halloween  lairing out that wonderful sound! It was a Halloween store! A Halloween store! A huge store filled with wonderful bloody and scary Halloween supplies. AND I got this crazy cheap mask for my Halloween costume this year! I cried, I think. I was so  . . . happy.

THURsday, October 18,2o18

Well, if my friend Brendan is over being sick, I'll be going to see the new Halloween movie tonight around 10pm. I am excited . . . and hoping with all my bloody heart that it won't be a disappointing movie. Yeah, I always worry when a sequel comes out or a remake is released. Lot's of people frown on any sequels, any remake of their cherished I-saw-it-when-I-was-just-a-kid movie. Nothing can ever be better or even as good as the original. And often enough they are right in that o[pinion. There's only a handful of remakes and sequels that even close to be "almost" as good as the original movie.

WEDnesday, October 24, 2o18

Robin on the Phone

THURSday, October 18, 2o18

"I'm on my way!" That was the message that I accidently found on my Facebook IM! Crap! It was sent ten minutes ago! I panicked! looked out the window . . . no, no car yet! Damn it. I checked everything: Wallet in my pocket, good. Shades . . . well, I didn't need my shades because it was 9:45pm! Oh, reading glasses . . . check! Hat coat . . . did I need a coat? Well, it was 60 some odd degrees outside . . . so yes! And out the door I went . . . WAIT! MY KEYS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY KE . . .! Oh, they were on my lanyard . . . around my neck. Locked the door, ran down the stairs, through the front door just as two glowing headlights entered the driveway! Yeaaaaaaaaa! Brendan is and we were off to see Halloween.

"WELL! ARE! YOU! READY!" Brendan yelled happily. "You bet I am!" I yelled back as I fastened my seat belt. It was so dark inside the car. But of course it was. It was 9:45 at night! But I rarely go somewhere when the sun goes down. It was a little weird. However, Brendan's Smartphone was on his lap and I could just make out his pale face in the ghostly glow of his phone as he put the car in reverse and gleefully yelled, "AND! AWAY! WE! GO!" He floored it and we glided like a skate on ice into the street, BAM! into drive and as Brendan said, "AWAY! WE WENT!"

I just sat in the dark looking out the shotgun window at the  . . . dark. Not much light out, the street  lights seemed dim. Brendan was on his phone to somebody. His new smartphone was cool, really cool. He had it on speaker mode, on his lap just talking up a storm. "Who you talking to?" I asked. "Robin!" "Oh, hi, Robin." "Hi, Woodie," the phone said. I figured they must be talking about something important so I decided to just  . . . look out the window. And before I knew it, we were turning into the Warren parking lot, and man! It was bright as hell out there! I turned to my side to unfasten the seat belt and I noticed movement in the backseat . . . "Robin! When the hell did you get here?" "I've been here all the time!" And I laughed and she laughed and Brendan laughed . . . Damn I'm getting old. {smiles}

The Daily {W}rite October 2018 wk o2

It 's too easy to lose myself. And even easier to not realize that I am lost, that I am moving, talking, acting in a direction I never wished to go. No, I DID once want to act in the manner that I have now decided works against my best interests. But the yelling, the screaming at people, the rage, the pounding the air with my fists . . . I'm really too old for that anymore. But you know what? I don't want to lie down at the feet of everybody like I'm a whipped dog, a dead dog.

WEDnesday, October 1o, 2o18

And worse than the crash of angry waves  against the memory shore inside my fragile skull, worse than that the day after when all my systems, muscles, consciousness, imagination, my eyes want to close, big sign hanging he lids: Closed Until Further Notice. Tired, drained of energy, the bulb in my head dimming like in one of those old movies when they executed prisoners in an electric chair.

FRIday, October 12, 2o18
I keep meaning to write more each day, but my "life" keeps getting in my way. Went out to dinner with David and his family, well, his daughter, her husband and their baby (who is over 1 year old!). Made plans with Brendan (the son-in-law) to go see the New Halloween movie next Thursday night.

A couple of days ago I get a phone call just as I was getting out of sleepy mode. ME: Hello? DAVID: you up? ME: Just getting there. DAVID: I'm coming up! Well, hell! NO one comes into my apartment! But he was on his way up, I could hear him stomping up the stairs! Yes, an exclamation point (!) at the end of the last sentence because David NEVER comes up the stairs! Anyway, he drags in this long, thin box! "Open it." And I do and inside . . . a print of the original Dogs Playing Poker.

3:01 pm

I'm listening to Bubble Trance music. Okay, I don't know what that is . . . it's some kind of  electronic music. I think it's suppose to be the Hipster version of psychedelic music. It sounds like I'm putting the music down . . . and yet I'm listening to it as I type the entry into the computer. Oh! Read an article David sent me on the Quantum computer? Don't know what that is? Don't feel like you're on a dessert island . . . yeah, I know it says dessert island and not desert island . . . 'cause I read the article and STILL don't understand it. Anyway, it reminded my of a song I wrote a while ago:

QUANTUM MECHANICS BLUE (song)

The theory of quantum physics states that at any given point in

time and space there are about a billion possible possibilities.
But I just shake my head and sigh and wonder why
not one of them at any rate equates to you = loving me.
It goes on to say all things are connected then why do I
feel so neglected on a subatomic level every time I see you
walking hand and hand with the new man of your perfect
dream? It seems to be our probabilities are too infinite for
us to find just one.  What's going on, what's going on with
you and me? The other night you called me on the phone,
asked, "Are you alone?" and I said, "Yes." and you
said, "Hold on, I'll be right there." So, I waited and waited
and waited... and I wait and wait and wait and wait and wait
and wait 'til the universe finally collapsed and I rolled
over and fell asleep. Sir Isaac Newton was surely shootin'
from the hip with his irrefutable laws of gravity for he
did not take into consideration when it comes to personal
relations sometimes things blow-up... and never ever come
down. And it seems to be that responsibility is a word you
always choose to ignore. What's going on, what's going on
with you and me? And it seems to be that your cruelty is too
much for me to handle so I'll stop...
Woodie o4-23-04 (rewrites 1o-12-18)

SUNday, October 14, 2o18

Well, another week has hot-rodded itself and all of us into the middle of the month. One more week and we will be well on our way to . . . HALLOWEEN! We went out, David and me, to the BIG Halloween store that is ONLY open on Halloween and . . . it was less than disappointing. What use to be a warehouse full of animatronic monsters, a very huge supplies of masks (some cheap one some expensive ones), a wonderful lot of costumes for older Halloweeners  as well as just nifty PG13 for the younger kids . . . well, all that is pretty much gone. Yes, plenty of masks but so out of everybody's wallet range. The animatronics we okay, but there weren't as many as year's past. It was really . . . unexciting.

Today, we went to a movie. Hadn't been to one in a while and David doesn't really LIKE to go to the movies much. But this time I gave him choices and he picked one. It was good too. 

Bad Times at the El Royale turned out be a bit of a sleeper movie . . . but in truth it doesn't disappoint as a movie. Lots of fun, but better like lots of dialogue and lots of character development and . . . yeah, dialogue. :) 

There's a few things I don't talk about on this blog because some of my life mingles with very personal things in my friends lives. I'm careful about talking too much about them online. But I do have friends . . . not a lot but enough to say "I have friends." 

I'm going to end here and ship this week off to Facebook. Read if you have the time or personal inclination to do so. And yeah, it's weird to have this statement at the end of an entry. {smiles}

The Daily {W}rite October 2018 wk o1

Yes! The first day of October . . . or should I say the first day of the first week of  . . . HALLOWEEN! Because I along with a lot of other Hallo-Weeners start celebrating our beloved holiday on the very first day of October! Maybe not so much as a kid. I always thought that the parents were more begrudgingly enthusiastic  than flat out wonder for the holiday, and they tolerated it more than they celebrated it . . . AND they preferred to keep the Whoop-Dee-Doo down to just one night, if you don't mind.  And we kids acquiesced  to their demands of one day of Halloween . . . But now? NOW we are the grown-ups, we where the proverbial pants of authority  and WE declare the WHOLE of October to be HALLOWEEN! {BIG smile}

TUEsday, October o2, 2o18

"Sometimes, while cleaning my mouth, it accidently goes off. Apologies." Yeah, that happens to me a lot. The mouth goes on automatic pilot and says what it wants to say and . . . I get into a lot of trouble. Example? Someone on Facebook posted a Facebook joke that said something about Facebook denying certain people access to Facebook if they are considered ugly. And I commented with . . .

There's an old Abbott and Costello routine:
Lou: my mother always told me not to marry a beautiful girl because she'll always run away.
Bud: But wouldn't an ugly girl run away?
Lou: Yeah, but who'd care?

So, I gotta a lot of flak for that! Lots of angry responses saying basically what I said was "antiwomen" and inappropriate considering the things that are going on right now in politics. I didn't try to defend myself because the comments were right on. BUT I will say I didn't write that comment in support of the antiwomen sentiment we find within our American consciousness, but as an example of it. But I didn't explain myself because . . . I should have explained myself WHEN I originally posted the comment.

6:19pm

Oh, boy! Okay, left the apartment around 2pm. Was just going to go up to the little store on 12th St. & Lindsey St.  . . . but decided I wanted Panda Garden for lunch . . . and that would take me closer to Walmart, which has movies . . . which I might want to buy a movie . . . Anyway, the bicycle ride to the PG was uneventful. Good ride. A slow ride but a good ride. My legs did well, my lungs? Not a huff or a puff. After the PG, I rode over to Walmart . . . passed the new Chicken-fil-A that the workers are just starting to build . . . good . . . a new store to protest! So, got fruits and veggies, a piece of salmon (cheap) and a couple of small steaks . . . AND gum. No, not nicotine gum . . . sugarless and nicotine free . . . gum. AND the ride home was . . . perilous. Man, a backpack full of groceries and a large thermos of water . . . too much for my neck, back and arms. And my lungs started to give out and the heat . . . it was bad. BUT . . . I did it! I good size trip. I'm getting back into some kind of shape. Old Man shape . . . but shape. 

WEDnesday, October o3, 2o18

A bit groggy today. Did get out on the bike just a little . . . took the camera with me. Was planning to go up on Valore's roof, have lunch take some shots from three stories up . . . but they were closed. So, went to Kong's Tavern instead. Haven't been in that space since it was Font's back in the 70s/80s. Not bad burgers and fries. Kong's may well be the biggest single floor bar in town.

My neighbor is extremely cute and of course way too young for me. She bought some shoes from Journey's and was a bit frantic when I came home from riding the bike. "Could you do me a BIG favor?" Her voice was so sweet. "Of course!" "We'll, I gotta go to work and they are shipping my shoes sometime today because they deliver until 8pm . . . " she seemed to be close to tears. "Would you like me to keep an eye out for your package and make sure it gets to your door?" "Would you?! Oh, I have to give you something for doing that . . . How about a beer?" I had to laugh. She was being so kidlike. 

SUNday, October o7, 2o18

Well, as you see I didn't write as much as I promised (again!) but I got a great excuse.  Went on Thursday, I think it was, and got the super-duper flu shot for old people and the "bigger and  better" pneumonia hot and . . . was sick as hell for two days! Chills, fever! My right arm where they put both shots in? Man, the bicep ached like I got in a flinching contest with Muhammad Ali. My whole body ached ALL night so I didn't sleep at all . . . lost my appetite. It was awful. So, I'm cutting this entry down and going back to bed. ({smiles}