Covid-19 has changed everything and Halloween is no exception. The scattering of houses in our neighbourhood dressed for the ghoulish holiday won’t be handing out candy. Not this year.
Kids are still buying costumes, but they won’t be roaming the streets. Pumpkins, candy apples, and ghost stories will be shared among bubble members in numbers of ten or less.
No parades of miniature Darth Vaders, but if you happen to be in Edmonton come October 31, you might find an unusual funeral procession winding its way through the streets.
No dearly departed, no cemetery visits, just a bunch of car enthusiasts celebrating the Halloween with a display of their favourite rides—hearses.
Who you gonna call?
Robb Eggertson, founder of the the Edmonton Bone-Wagon Association, 460 members strong. Their usual parking lot meet-and-greet being a bad idea this year, they’ve decided to share the fun—and their vintage vehicles.
Good intentions might, or might not, pave the road to hell, but they don’t take you one metre down the path to a happier number on the scale.
Not when your jog around the track at the park ends up at the local Dairy Queen and your fifteen minute stint on the rowing machine has you pawing through the freezer for the that ice cream sandwich you swore you weren’t going to eat.
If only all it took to fit into your thin clothes were good intentions, but I hear it takes something called discipline.
1. You’ve never heard of half the shows nominated at the Emmys.
2. You sit down to put your shoes on.
3. You think TikTok is a new clock.
4. You remember when Amazon only sold books.
5. You’re phone takes you aside, and says, “Look, we’re really sorry. We know you’re one of the dinosaurs who still buys music on Google Play, but we’re switching over to YouTube music.” And you say, “YouTube has music?”
Tom Ellis has been working the British accent and devilish charm for five seasons now. As Lucifer Morningstar, he takes us into a world where the Devil is real—and runs a club in L.A.
In the tradition of Death Takes a Holiday and Meet Joe Black, the Devil is on vacation. As one would expect, he’s keen on all the things our mothers warned us about, liquor, drugs, and sex in all its many incarnations.
Unexpectedly, this Devil wears a three-piece suit, plays the piano, and has daddy issues. The ruler of hell spends his time solving crimes with an LAPD detective and chatting with his therapist—when he’s not otherwise engaged.
According to this Lucifer, hell is fueled by guilt. Humans torturing themselves in endless loops of their worst sins. No brimstone and fire, just people blaming themselves for eternity.
Damnation based on human psychology; I like it. That’s why I watch the show. Absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the devil looks like this…
I’m not talking major unanswered questions here, no whatever happened to Amelia Earhart, or what’s with the Bermuda Triangle, or has Elvis really left the building? No, I’m thinking small scale.
Life’s little mysteries, the everyday perplexities that have us standing, and staring, and thinking what?
Take lids, for example…
Each lid has a corresponding container. They are a matched set, they go into the kitchen cupboard together. How is it then, that I found myself with four lonely lids on my hands this morning—and no equally lonely containers?
Did the containers grow bored with their partners, become disenchanted with the old ball and lid? Are they off somewhere, smiling at the newer, younger lids popping up on their dating app?
And what about socks?
How do they go into the laundry as a pair and come out as single? Do they argue in the washer, get divorced in the dryer?
With Covid-19 rewriting how we live our lives, Earth isn’t looking so appealing these days. When a trip to the grocery store means wearing a mask and keeping an eye out for inconsiderate bozos threatening your two metre bubble, we’re all looking to escape. Escape the virus, each other, and the monotony of not being able to do—anything.
Travel is out of the question. Even if you wanted to risk all the possible free-floating germs on a flight, where would you go? Covid is everywhere—almost everywhere.
SpaceX, Musk’s company, is sending up it’s second crewed Dragon flight at the end of the month. Four astronauts will stay on the Space station for six months. By the fall of 2021, when hopefully, anti-Covid vaccines will be making their way around the world, three lucky customers will be settling in at the International Space station.
For a mere $55 million, you too, can enjoy the vacation of a lifetime, and return home to this welcome from mission control…
“Welcome back to planet Earth and thanks for flying SpaceX.”
Masks are not only giving the Coronavirus a one-two punch, they’re saving the economy.
Who would have guessed that a scrap of cloth would pour $130 million into the Gap’s bottom line? That designers like Rag & Bone and Prabal Gurung would be knocking out these little beauties at $55 a pop? That you’d get stopped on the street and asked where you got your mask from?
Yes. Like the virus, masks are here to stay. From bizarre affectation to fashion statement in six months. A testament to the adaptability of human beings—and online shopping.
What began as a desperate defence against the newest plague has become a means of personal expression.
In my own fight against the Coronavirus, I may have bought a few too many masks. Masks in colours I’m never going to wear. Plum? What?
As fashion accessories go, masks are relatively inexpensive. Even more so if can make your own. If you’re better with a keyboard than a needle, you can enjoy guilt-free shopping. You’re not just adding to your wardrobe, you’re saving the planet.
We’ve all experienced them. Your boyfriend dumps you just before your high school grad dance and you end up going with a friend’s ex who looks way better in a tux anyway, or you take the wrong turn off the highway and land at a truckstop to find the best breakfast you’ve ever eaten.
No? Maybe that’s just me, but…
Mistakes happen and every once in awhile life’s little glitches lead to a greater good. Just ask anyone in Olten, Switzerland.
A mishap with the ventilation system at the local Lindt factory blew a fine chocolate dust over the neighbourhood. Residents woke up to find chocolate snow. Now, that’s a mistake I could live with 🙂