- October 31st, 2008 at
12:46 am by --KALEB NATION-- -
I had intended to write a post about what gnomes do on Halloween (or, as they tend to call it, All Hallows’ Eve) but as it is 49 minutes past midnight, and I have a government exam early tomorrow, I must run to bed before the goblins of exhaustion eat me.
However, on this delightfully windy Halloween, I will be watching at least one Tim Burton film, and I suspect that gnomes would do the same at some point in this long night. I will most likely be watching The Nightmare Before Christmas (yet again) and go to bed singing ‘What’s THIS!’ whilst dreaming about doors in the middle of the woods to Christmastown, and perhaps rubbing my stomach which will be gorged to Winnie-the-Pooh-style rotundness on Reese’s and whatever else I can pilfer from my roommates.
Some people, however, might be pressed for time after being out hunting for bagfuls of candy to appease their addiction to candy corn. So, I have taken the liberty of making a simplified list based on the great master of film himself, as to three things you could do this Halloween, including:
1. Painting:
2. Looking Confused:
3. Plotting Evil Things:
Or, if you don’t even have time for those, I found this for you to watch in under 7 minutes and still fulfill the requirements of a Tim Burton film… and in the process, learn of the woeful and tortured tale of Vincent:
- January 9th, 2008 at
10:29 pm by --KALEB NATION-- -
I’ve finally gotten some of the photos off my cell so you can see my new room here:
[DECEMBER 2008: to people who read this in the future, these photos were taken down last month due to crazy people actually using this to find out where I go to school. CREEPY.]
Those will do until I get the ones from my parents on the good camera. I’ve gone to the restaurants and nearly emptied my pockets with prices around $4 for 12 chicken nuggets (insane) and $4 for a tiny biscuit sandwich with $.50 more for cheese (absurd). Luckily a guy in the same apartment but across the hall has a great SUV and drove us down to Wal-Mart to get groceries. In 25 minutes, I stocked up on everything I needed (cans of chili, salsa, bread, mayo…ok and some lettuce, carrots and water jugs). And some cups, since I forgot those at home and have been drinking milk out of my metal jug with the pop lid, then washing it out and filling it with water, every day in the morning.
I’ve visited the bookstore, the huge library, the restaurants and the buildings, so I’ve still got to head over to what they call The Pub, which is actually a coffee shop. I did step foot near the door and was appalled. I heard that a certain famous author wrote in coffee shops. How in the world could anyone think with all that incessant noise?! It’s impossible to hear myself, much less write down the voices in my head (erm ahem).
I’ll have to try to capture some video here soon and zap it over. A very nice thing I discovered today from the guy I share this side of the apartment with is that my room was broken into before I moved in, through my very own bedroom window. Some guys had left a mess in there but luckily the apartment people had cleaned it all before I came. No wonder the screen is still out. Hmmm. Funny how they didn’t mention that when I went to pay rent…
