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| Current music: | Coast To Coast AM---Ian Punnett, WOC AM1420 |
It's The Day After Halloween, You Bastards
I got up a little later than usual this morning...yeah, I know what Ben said about early to bed and early to rise but look where it got him. He's dead now and doesn't that make you question his whole belief system?...and I've either fallen into a warp warp or WOC is replaying an old Ghost To Ghost, because Art is on.
I know that I'm in a man made time warp, or at least I'm supposed to be, because the whole country fell back last night but did it end with one hour or did it snowball out of control? Did we fall back a mere 60 minutes or was it 60 years or more? Or somewhere in between?
It will probably be some time before we know, if we ever know at all. The Internet is suggesting, foremost by it's mere existence and secondarily by the good news it's reporting about baseball, politics and a victory over a fascist school in Indiana that the frame dragging caused by the artificial time change was minimal at most but we just don't know for sure.
I will probably at a later, most likely a much later, time talk about all those news stories but not now because the one thing we know with certainty is that while there was a lot of falling back last night, there was also a lot of falling down. It wasn't officially a Halloween Party because a bunch of power mad dictators said that we already had enough Halloween parties this year but there were lots of people in costumes, lots of Halloween style drinks and games and it was Halloween, so you can make that call yourself and now, Fifi is doing the best she can to repair the damage with these:
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Screwed-Up Screwdriver
1/4 cup ice
1/2 cup orange or tangerine juice
1 1/2 ounces black vodka
1 black licorice twist, for garnish
Place ice in a highball glass. Pour juice into glass. Pour vodka over the back of a cocktail spoon into glass so it sits on top of juice. Slice ends off a licorice twist and use as a straw.
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A lot of people, mostly neighbors, oddly enough, are still here and most of them are making fun of me for using strawberry licorice instead of black licorice because I don't like black licorice. Art...not Art Bell because he always has better things to do than go to my Halloween Parties and I can't blame him because I'd like to get out of these dull ordinary affairs myself but the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, who lives and works next door at The First National Church Of Rock Island...says that it is proof that I am the Evil One, because who else but Satan himself would choose red over his favorite color, black, for the express purpose of tricking everyone into believing he's innocent? And isn't red the color of eternal flame and the Prince Of Darkness' cloak?
Whatever. He's just upset that he has to go to work in a few hours and he's taking it out on me. Kids, write this down: If you don't want to work on Sundays, don't be a minister. Or a NASCAR driver. Speaking of kids, a lot of people are saying, because they are jealous that I'm a million times more grown up and mature than they'll ever be, that I should take my desecrated Screwed Up Screwdriver and go sit at the kiddie table but I won't do that because it's dominated by Pearl.
A lot of her critics say that she is far more symbol than character and I can't really argue with that. Mostly because she reminds me so much of Suzette. But I also think it can be even more accurately said that Suzette and Pearl and all the others who resemble them are even more than symbols, they are living embodiments of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy That Is Out To Get Me.
That hypothesis still has some rough edges that need to be refined but it's plenty good enough for a Sunday morning like this. And I think I'm going to leave these people: Art and his lovely wife, née the Widow Hibbins, Pearl, John Wilson (Another reverend, strangely enough), Roger Chillingworth, the Governor and Suzette, Fifi, Dru, Miss Bunni, Miss Kitti and the rest of my staff and take my Screwed Up Screwdriver and Hester upstairs to see my new etchings.
She came as a Naughty Puritan this year (That's what she comes as every year but she pulls it off so well that no one really minds) and I think that she just might be able to take my mind off the boring torture that is this typically mundane ordinary run of the mill morning after Halloween.
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