Halloween? Last year at least some kids made it to the door, yesterday it was quiet. Over on the other part of the street it was actually buzzing with kids. For some kind of reason, I keep thinking that Halloween may become a dying tradition in this region. Mind the leftover candies.
Additionally, The Superstation had the ‘House On Haunted Hill‘ showing, which I managed to watch earlier this morning. It’s as bad as the title already says. It’s haunted with wanna-B-stars, stuffed with haunted effects and guided by a haunted storyline. And a haunting appearance of Lisa Loeb.
Goodnight Halloween 2003. Goodmorning Truro.

he world officially came to its end when I heard the first tunes of Big Mouth strikes again, the Smiths’ most remarkable song. Well, one of their remarkable songs. All their songs have something so cynical and surreal that nobody actually knows what the songs are about. In case of Big Mouth, I always thought the song had to do with loudmouthed people whose loudmouthed rants end on pile of burning wood.
Not completely related: I noticed that Leonard Cohen was awarded the