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I do believe it’s time for one of my near-famous six-demon bag posts. I haven’t blogged in two days (hokey dinah!) so I think there’s a lot to catch up on.

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The first item on tonight’s agenda: Halloween costumes. My friend Matthew, entrepreneur and photographer extraordinaire (and the same man responsible for my delicious bubble gum picture), is the man behind Costume Cauldron. CC is an online store featuring more costumes and accessories than you can shake a broomstick at. If there’s a costume you’re looking for this Halloween, it’s pretty much guaranteed to be at CC. Just recently their 1-800 number went up and running, and the voice behind the pleasant greeting is none other than yours truly! Matthew and I decided on what will probably be my Halloween costume (which he’s providing to me at no charge in exchange for services), but that’s a secret to be seen at the end of October. In the meantime, check out the link in my sidebar and find yourself something very cool for the upcoming spooky season… (Yes, Mom…you too can greet the kiddies on All Hallows Eve this year disguised as none other than Captain Spaulding!)
Image © costumecauldron.com

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The remainder of my weekend at home was fantastic, and Uncle George’s 60th Birthday BBQ was better than I imagined. I always love reconnecting with people my parents used to spend time with before my brother or I ever came along. Auntie Fran served up a whole banquet of food to simply die for. I could’ve kept eating and eating and eating. There was bread and dips and cheeses and meats and stuffed mushroom caps and salmon and veggies and buffalo wings and salad and baron of beef and chocolate birthday cake and more beer than anyone could possibly drink! As we toasted George and all the years he’s lived, I felt suddenly overwhelmingly proud of him and proud of the fight he’s put up for half his life. When I was four-years-old, George was involved in a bicycle accident that, quite literally, broke his neck. He miraculously survived and is still mobile enough to take care of and tend to his farm. Here is to many more birthdays, George. Check out my Flickr page for more photos.

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Usually my return to the city is marked by a tiny bout of depression, mostly due to returning to an empty apartment. That hasn’t changed, but my brother Trevor and his girlfriend Laura were passing through town on their way from Dawson Creek to Courtenay. Thankfully they had time to meet me for dinner and walking before their ferry reservation, so we wandered towards Denman Street for thin crust pizza and dessert. The Marble Slab Creamery has only opened in recent months, and I had yet to pay it a visit. Trevor, Laura and I decided we’d check it out and were so very glad we did. The concept behind the Creamery is that you get to build your own ice cream. I ended up with a handmade chocolate cone dipped in chocolate Skor coating with a scoop of vanilla ice cream hand-blended with Reese’s Pieces and Butterfinger bits. Needless to say, it was simply orgasmalicious.

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When you watch the news, the top of the hour is usually marked with breaking stories and current events. A short ways into the broadcast, the viewers are usually subjected to the editorial story of the day. And this, o my brothers, is where your humble narrator contemplates sharing with you just such.

For those of you who are faithful readers, you’ll know that right now I’m very actively growing. I like to say that I’m in a “transitional phase,” but by definition, transition represents movement, passage and change. My car wants to move forward but the clutch is stuck in second gear. I’ve been seeking balance in my life but it’s recently felt anything but. People, things, events, choices…they’ve all been disrupting the symmetry I’ve achieved so far and it feels as though I’ve lost my compass to some degree.

What’s most frustrating is that I have the desire to make choices and to change things but I feel very much like I lack the ability to do so. Something within me is stunted or holding me back. Anyways, there’s not much I can share beyond that because, truth be told, I can’t articulate anything beyond that.

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Sooo…I guess that’s about it for now. In retrospect, this post was anything but exciting. I promise more sprinkles and pixiedust next time.

P.S. Go watch LA Ink tomorrow night on TLC. You won’t regret it.