Or should I say moldy pumpkin. Our pumpkin molded. This is not supposed to be a professional blog. We got him, carved him up, gave him a starring role in our latest Bananabelly video, the Halloween special, and he went and molded up in like five days. I guess we didn’t scoop out his brain seeds enough. Anyway, rest in green mold beards flappy pumpkin. I don’t know why I called him Flappy.

This blog is just a daily collection of thoughts, mental reverberations, plans, ideas and strategies. It it not meant to be a presentation of grand coherent essays and dissertations on how to completely make and execute keto pumpkin pie, or how to solve climate change without strange European teenage girls shaming the world. It’s just blither blather. Maybe one day I will unveil falutin presentations of essayic wonderment. But for now, farts.

I successfully bought pork chops. But the approach was difficult and the execution of decision was distracted. There were three rather youthful people, (20s or 30s) having a lengthy mouth rap party gathering right in front of the meat section. Nice quiet grocery store in Forest Hills, no one around: Full on three person party in the meat section. Standing right where I’m looking for pork chops, moving in front of the next meat selection I want to make with predictable accuracy, kind of like someone guarding in Basketball, except while ignoring me.

Oh yeah, man, I love Jordan, I mean I grew up with him. I’m like 38.

Yeah but the world series was just so surprising.

et ceterum

Why! It’s Queens. Show some respect like everyone else here. This is the polite-ist place on earth! Live like it.

Philadelphia is undiscovered, by me. We went there for Halloween. I was dressed as a mustached cowboy and Heidi was dressed as a Playboy Bunny. A black lady on the street said, hey look at those two. And then to us, what’cha all is?! I replied, We are the memorialization of traditional gender roles now forsaken in America. She said, oh yeah, I gotcha. What are those things called? … hipsters!

But no we are not.

Making a YouTube channel is time consuming. I put many many hours into the editing of the Halloween special. And as of today, I think it has 61 views. No matter, I will press on. I need more powerful computer equipment to edit multiple layers in 4K 60P. So I dropped it down to 30P and still crashed my Computer like a Vanagon on the Nürburgring like 10,000 times. The goal is to post three times a week. The ideal is to post daily. Both on this blog and on YouTube.

Pennsylvania has a a lot of old stuttery Americanaesque buildings and is the perfect creepy haunted land to visit for Halloween. We ate dinner in an old country bar in the country that was part of a country house that looked like a country white country barn. It was very friendly as were the staff. Inside they were not playing country, but the world series. Mega disappointment. Not on who won. (I still have no concern in finding out… who was even playing). Just that it was on. Instead of country.

We drove through tiny winding roads and dark foggy forests with the fear of a mothman or a headless horseman at every turn. We even crossed a dim one way wooden bridge with that scary horror frame on top of it. We stopped the car on the side of a lonely highway, turned and drove down into a bare harvested corn field and took off our shoes and ran and howled in the rain. OK, no we didn’t take off our shoes or howl, but we did run in the rain. And transform into werewolves. We stayed at the Globe Inn. Which looks like an old western hotel on the only street in town and was built probably in the 1800s. And (beginning a sentence with And again because who’s gonna stop me) might be haunted, but no ghosts said hello to us. It was a great Halloween.

I want to Explore Philly more. The Mutter Museum of medical horror stories gave me the gilly willys. It is honestly too nauseating. I thought I was going to parff a few times. There are many museums in that funky town, and many natural looking folk, not like the pretensers that appear to the litter the five boroughs of New York. I loves the New Yorksers, no nastiness intended here.

Tomorrow I will edit more videos for the YouTube maw of infinite viewer teeth.

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