Something Today Starts a New Way

I suppose, with my seemingly unfocused blog so far, I should try to tie in something for each day. Thus, I'm going to start finding random words that I've never used in my day-to-day vocabulary, and try my best to use them in coordination with something relatively interesting I might spew.

The first word I came across was "anachronic," meaning chronologically misplaced. SO, here goes...

Halloween happened this weekend, and I'd doubt there could have been a better-looking one to date. From Friday to Sunday, the weather was ridiculously glorious and permitting of consistent discing, every single day. This was possibly the first Halloween I've ever spent completely unconcerned with the idea of going door-to-door and getting candy. In the years past, it's not like I was completely stoked for it, but the people I was around and the 4/7 chance that Halloween will fall on a legitimate weekday contributed to my role as nineteen year-old trick-or-treater instead of following suit with the notion of parties through "maturity." Label me "immature" for that if you please, but the twentieth Hallow's eve arrived this weekend, and it was a passing thought. My door-to-door activity was shooting at the narrow doorway of dangling chains that make this image below such a might treat for my pleasure-center:

Every hole was a bargain. I wasn't too sure what I would get (as far as score is concerned), but I went from door-to-door, reached in, and nabbed the treat which is a sunk disc. Some treats were great; birdies are rather sweet to one's score. Some treats were displeasing; bogies are detrimental to the health of one's score. But that was my solicitation for the weekend.

That, and social gatherings of rather epic proportions. It's odd, since I can vividly recall one time around the age of thirteen when I was out with a few friends in my neighborhood trick-or-treating. One house we stopped by was jammed full of people close to my current age, having a party. We knocked on the door expecting candy, and they clearly had none and wanted us to leave, but instead we chose to harass them. I was so amused with the cluster of inconsideration for the Halloween spirit. Halloween, after all, has been one of my favorite holidays for a long time. Not for what you get from it, but for what it defines as a time of livelihood in conjunction with morbidity, gloom, and gothic-like ambiance (quite ironic for the way the weekend looked). It creates a timeless atmosphere that, to me, is far more unsullied than other holidays that flat out suck. Shit, Valentine's day used to be glorious back in Kindergarten, but now it's a pile of lies and terrorism on the idea of "love."

And now here I am, on year twenty, defining my Halloween spirit with none other than discing and engaging in (what I assume) were the same activities of that house party I ambled upon when I was thirteen. I'm doing the same exact thing, and the details I can vividly recall about my Halloween celebration (excluding discing) would be entirely anachronic and skewed by beer's embrace.

Birdies, bogies, and Busch beer. Those were my Halloween treats.