At my funeral I want a New Orleans style brass band, and they’re only allowed to play upbeat music like this:
This is cool, and I thought I’d share it with you.
Low (but not high) self‐esteem participants overconsume in response to a mortality salience activation as a means to escape from self‐awareness.
Yesterday was a productive day. I got my flu shot and now my shoulder is sore. I also took my car in for an oil change, did some homework, and took Alice to obedience class. Granted Tigs did all the work in class, but I was there providing moral support.
I am a little sad about the first recovered book I made. I put another coat of paint on it, because there was still a lot of white showing through from the paper towel, and unfortunately the way it was left to dry, the edge of the cover was touching the edge of the spine and when I closed it, it ripped. I’m not sure if it’s worth fixing, or if I should just look at it as a learning experience and move on.
The green chaos book on the other hand is looking pretty good. It needs a little weathering, and maybe the splatter of blood, but looking good. The tombstones are all going to be very simple this year, but I think I’ll be able to put some out.
Today was probably the most beautiful day we’ll get all autumn, which thus far has been rather odd. Not odd as compared to the rest of this years weather, but odd as compared to most autumns.
Eating lunch outside was really nice, and as usual didn’t last nearly long enough. And now, after having spent most of the evening working on the super secret Halloween project, it's time for bed.