And I felt like October would never come.
Actually that’s not entirely true. It’s not true at all. I remember quite vividly pulling the Halloween decorations out of the attic last year, laying them all out in the living room and feeling characteristically overwhelmed by how much there is. And it gets worse (by that I mean better) every year.
Since it’s October now, my ridiculous love of Halloween isn’t quite so out of place. Most places you go you’ll see evidence of society paying honor to that night. This time also happens to coincide nicely with the point in which the weather in Phoenix becomes bearable again, often bordering on pleasant. As September starts to come to an end and the temperatures are still well into the 100’s, I always start to believe deep down that Summer will never end. However I remember going to an outdoor haunted house last year and having to wear a jacket. Even now, it’s still in the upper 90’s outside, and I can’t imagine it being jacket weather in a mere 30 days.
As if an entire paragraph devoted to the weather didn’t make it obvious enough, I didn’t outline this post in my brain before I started writing it.
Ghostbusters is on TV right now. This makes me happy, even though it barely counts as a Halloween movie. That’s entirely my opinion of course, based on the fact that I can watch Ghostbusters during any month of the year and not feel seasonal dissonance. You don’t watch Nightmare on Elm Street at Thanksgiving.
Monster Madness has begun, and if I haven’t belabored the point enough already, I strongly suggest you watch it. Previous years have taught me a great deal about horror movies. And each of those little videos is shockingly dense with Halloween spirit.
Tonight I’m finally biting the bullet and going to Fear Farm. I’m hoping for two things: 1) That the truly mind-boggling crowd I witnessed last year in the week before Halloween is a bit more reasonable, being earlier in the season, and 2) that the haunted houses live up to the numbers this place draws. A full report is forthcoming.
Finally, the decorations go up TOMORROW. At least they start going up. The decoration process is lengthy, and almost spills the banks of what two people can accomplish alone. That makes me very proud. The bar will be raised once again.
BUY YOUR PUMPKINS!
Candy apples and razor blades, little dead are soon in graves