Halloween, and stuff

I don’t really like Halloween much. I think it’s an Americanised excuse for children to go around taking sweets from other people. So, here’s a list of things that I know about Halloween.

• The name “Halloween” comes from the name “All Hallows Eve” which is the day before a Christian holiday. Over the years, it kind of got mushed together to become Hallowe’en, then the apostrophe was dropped. People are lazy.
• The tradition of pumpkin carving started with the Celts, or ancient Irish peoples, who carved turnips into the shape of a human head so that evil spirits would accept that instead of eating their souls. Genius. It became pumpkin carving when they were brought over from America, and the Celts found that they were much easier to carve than turnips.
• Halloween is celebrated on the 31st October as that is the date of a Celtic festival, Samhain. This was when the “veil between the worlds” was believed to be thinnest, and spirits could walk the earth. If anything strange happened on Samhain, it was attributed to an evil spirit who was tormenting your family. If you were a practical joker, that was the night to do your thing. The spirits helped the Druids to predict what the coming year would be like, and if the crops would grow. There are many Celtic folklore stories about warriors accidentally wandering into the spirit world, and coming back to find that time passes at different rates and all of their family is dead.

I knew all that. I didn’t google anything. Honest.

Unrelatedly, I have discovered links. YES

 

I AM ANT MURDERER

So I was just on holiday, and the apartment that we stayed in was INFESTED with ants. REALLY infested. Like, there were millions of them, swarming around, doing their anty business and stuff. I don’t even think they were doing anything. I think they were just being intentionally irritating.

Well, as the title suggests, for a week I became an ant serial killer. Drowning, squashing, and my favourite, burning them to death on the oven. I am not evil, but the holiday would have been a lot more boring if there was no ants for me to kill.

I do not like to kill things. BUT THESE WERE THE MOST IRRITATING THINGS I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED IN MY LIFE. And breathe……

 

WHOOPS.

I did not in any way, shape or form forget about this. That would be unforgivable. And mean.

I got home today, and my Doctor Who poster had fallen down. It is on the wall above my bed, and I couldn’t help making a sneaky joke to myself as I was hanging it up again:

“At least I wasn’t asleep when this happened, because then I would have woken up with Matt Smith on top of me. hehehehehehehehehe”

That is how FULL OF FUN AND HAPPINESS my life is.

(But really, that was quite a good joke. Accept it.)

 

Giant Sad Face.

I dropped my ukulele at college last week. It chipped a corner off the top. Now I am incredibly sad. But not really, I just feel like some sympathy.

On a happier note, the left clicky laptop button now works again. I did nothing.

 

Uses for a Glow in the Dark Duck: #1

Use #1: A companion for Piggy speaker, aka Hamlet.

 

Idea!!!

I have two glow in the dark ducks. Once a week I will put up a picture showing a new use for one of these. I will try to reach 101.

“101 uses for a glow in the dark duck.”

That sounds excellent. I am clearly a genius.