The black ship strode through the charcoal night. It carried no cargo except the horrid crew, made up of the riffraff of many worlds. Big, small, short, tall, one-eyed, three-eyed, no-eyed… Dressed, and undressed in various costumes of their native worlds.
It criss-crossed the world bringing strangeness with it, and it had but one purpose on this night, and ran full speed for the bright lights of the nearest port.

The ship hit the shore, and the crew streamed down the gangplanks, and ran up the streets.
Everywhere could be heard the sound of fists banging on doors, and the cries of TRICK OR TREAT!!!!
It was a good night.

Happy Halloween, everyone.

Damn Interesting » The Remains of Doctor Bass
An article about the “Body Farm” of the University of Tennessee, in Knoxville, where Forensic Etymology, and Anthropology students (and FBI agents) study body decay. Interesting stuff, safe for work, but not for the terribly squeamish.
Maggots, MMMmmmmmmmm!

It’s talk like a pirate day!

I’m about half way there, since my wife says that I swear like one. 😀

WWdN: In Exile: an explosion of horrible, entropic freedom
“There were…errors.”
From Wil Wheaton’s blog, which I read regularly. Best, funniest post in quite a while–just the beautiful phrase in the title is worth linking to, but the post is just packed with this wonderfulness. 😀

I LOVE Jenny

Seen in the local Borders men’s room:

Ain’t cellphones wunnerful?

it takes too much effort to do anything.

I’ll post something later, I promise.