greetings on the day of the dead, from the land of the very-nearly-dead.

oh, i've missed you, you interweb you. does that necessarily translate into: i've missed the only semi-confirmed yet mostly vague and insubstantial sense that there are scores of invisible people out there who seem to have some sort of unexplained yet abiding interest in the goings on in my minute life? yes, yes. in any case, ya'll haven't missed much, dearies, what with all the sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffyhead feverishness going on around these parts. truly, i spent very nearly every waking moment this weekend sprawled before the teevee, sucking down vast quantities of America's Haunted Houses, Haunted Hotels, A Haunting, and similar low-rent basic cable productions involving 3rd-rate reenactments and laughable special effects. i gained nothing from absorbing all those programs, except perhaps a fleeting sense of self-satisfaction, knowing that indeed our home is thankfully free of growling demons and spectral materializations of previous owners and their not-quite-dead-yet hostilities. so, you know, yay us.

we're going trick-or-treating mighty early this evening, since M_ has festered up a loverly ear infection (what is that, the TWELFTH this year?), and seems unable to remain conscious much past 5pm... so expect some photos documenting the grand unveiling of the inexplicable hello kitty witch later on (but really, who needs a comprehensible costume when hello kitty is involved?).

i'm slooooowly climbing back into the blogging saddle here, people.

and yes, i'm wearing the assless chaps.