October 2nd, 2017

Minotaur

Hey You Kids, Get Off My Hayride!

I think I'm going to do a life overview sort of a post now. I was actually just considering recently how blogging became a lot more fun for me when I decided to treat it as less of a diary and more of an unofficial column. I've never been the type to keep a journal, possibly because I don't think I'm all that interesting on a personal level. I get the idea of wanting to collect your thoughts, but it's never worked that way for me. I see people saying their blogs are really for themselves but other people can read them, but I actively want others to read mine. The problem is that I don't know what anyone else finds interesting, so I guess it's more that I'm writing the kind of thing I'd want to read if somebody else were writing it, as trite as that might sound. And I do sometimes enjoy going back and reading my own writing, although that's probably rather self-involved. It seems weird at first that someone can be self-centered AND have low self-esteem, but it probably makes sense in that you're not going to particularly dislike yourself unless you think a lot about yourself. And I'm always concerned about things when writing that might not bother anyone else, like whether I'm covering the same topic too often or too many times in a row, and if I'm just duplicating information that can be found elsewhere.

But anyway, it's the Halloween season, and I'd kind of like to dress up this year, but for what? What's the point if nobody is going to see it? A lot of the ideas I come up with aren't really feasible anyway. On Saturday night, Beth and I went to the haunted events at Creamy Acres, which we hadn't done before even though it's been running for a while.

It seemed like it would have been difficult to fit in all six events, which are only available as a package deal. But really, they're mostly pretty short, and four of them are done in a row.

This cut-out makes me look like I did when I was in college.
Most of them are the sort of dark maze where it can be genuinely hard to find your way through, although usually the costumed characters will direct you if you need them to. On the hayride, we both took note of how obnoxious teenagers are. Maybe it's weird to say that when you're a childless adult still participating in events designed for kids, but I think it's more of a nostalgic thing for people like us. Teenagers seem to be at the stage where it's no longer scary for them, but instead of just going along with it they feel the need to make snide comments to make it clear they're NOT scared, as if anybody cares. I'm sure it's not ALL teenagers, but it seems particularly common for that age group. Or maybe I'm just a cranky old man, but I feel like I was one of those even when I was a teenager.

On Sunday, my sister-in-law had her baby shower, and my brother wasn't there. I always got the impression that baby showers were all-female events, but Beth has been to some where there were men in attendance, and there's really no reason why they shouldn't be that I can see. But what ended up happening was that I drove Beth there, and then my dad, my sister-in-law's dad, and I sat in the backyard during the games and gift-opening. I liked their dog, although she did keep growling at me when I stood up.

I don't know when I'm going to be able to see my new nephew, but I believe he's due in late November or so. After the shower, Beth and I ate at Friendly's, then drove up to Brooklyn.

Contents of the claw machine at Friendly's
As usual, it took me forever to find a parking space, although I did appreciate that the DJ on WFUV played some George Formby songs and discussed the Bonzo Dog Band. He played the original version of "Jollity Farm" and its predecessor "Misery Farm." I might have to check out Songs the Bonzo Dog Band Taught Us.

The temp agency originally told me my job was going to end last week, but it was extended, and now I don't know when it's supposed to end. I guess that's true for just about any job, though, isn't it?