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Of batty broads and other such things

I've seen a few batty broads in my day, but this one takes the cake. Batty doesn't quite do it justice. I haven't a clue how to deal with her batty ways, but avoiding her as best as I can seems to help. 

Anyway, onto more fun topics. Why do people dress up for Halloween? I never quite understood the point of it. Maybe I don't get Halloween. It looks like a whole lot of batty folks go all out and get dressed up as princesses and sailors and nutty things of that nature. I thought Halloween was for children and that the point of it was to scare them. Perhaps not. And I thought trick or treat meant that someone would pull a trick on the onlookers? Or is it all about chocolates and a way to go overboard on it?

And while we're on the subject of things I don't get, what does the Easter bunny have to do with Easter? And why pray tell, does it lay chocolate eggs? Or is it just the bearer of chocolate eggs? What does the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus have to do with the rabbit?

Anyway, fall is here and I have been busy with school and work and have neglected this 'ere blog for long enough, so I thought some fresh writing about nothing special would do me some good. I am alive, the rains are back, the sun don't shine and all is otherwise set for a decent bit of autumn in Vancouver. Next up, winter. I hear its going to be a nasty one. Should be interesting. I had dinner last night at a restaurant where the server brought a bowl of hot water and a rather large tablet that looked like an antacid you would chew. Except, when you add that into the hot water, the thing turns into a towel. Whoever thought of that must be rich by now and should be given some praise for thinking of such a neat thing. I mean, the ability to create a towel out of just water (I don't know if the warmth was needed for it to work) and a tablet is quite amazing. Think of travel convenience. Mind you, if a whole pack of towel tablet things got wet in the rain... that might spell disaster for the person carrying them in their pocket. Anyway, check out this youtube video on it. 

Well, it is indeed past bed-time here, so I had best turn in. In the mean-time, all you batty folks out there, take care and try and be a bit less batty eh?

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