21-Pepper Rum in the Rain
For those of a hoodoo persuasion, it has been a wet night in the boneyard. Purple candles and 21-pepper rum in the rain. The saving grace is that you get a lot less Halloween cemetery tourists when it’s pissing down. Of course, today is just part of the Season. The heart of the action is Fet Gede when there’s no trick or treat contingent to worry about.
It’s seems somehow fitting that we are coming up to the end of the year and beginning of the new within hoodoo. Exchanged the last emails and texts with AM today. Heartbreaking doesn’t even begin to cover it. Being Halloween and with her being an Irish lass, this was always a big day in the calendar. I have no idea how I’m going to get through Christmas, New Year, Valentines and the anniversary of our engagement/my birthday.
In between being a maudlin old bastard, I did get a small amount of work done. With SG’s help I’ve put together a flier for the book for QuestCon on Saturday. I’ve worked in the words of a certain CIA agent (‘We will seek redress if your course of action is publishing those details’), Mr. C’s ‘I don't believe he’s managed to get away with what he has’ and ‘Buy it!’ from The Observer.
Laughter today came from learning of the existence of a Christian song with the lyrics:
‘I like bananas, I know that mangoes are sweet
I like papayas (PAPAYAS!), but nothing can beat
The sweet love of God
You can search for the tropics to find a fruit that's new
You can swim in the ocean, until your face turns blue
But look no further, I'll tell you what to do
Just open your bible to Galatians 5:22’
Even if your world is disintegrating at 20,000 feet, how can those lines and the knowledge that someone thought the best metaphor for Christ’s love was that is was better than the taste of papayas, not bring at least a ghost of a smile to the lips?
It’s seems somehow fitting that we are coming up to the end of the year and beginning of the new within hoodoo. Exchanged the last emails and texts with AM today. Heartbreaking doesn’t even begin to cover it. Being Halloween and with her being an Irish lass, this was always a big day in the calendar. I have no idea how I’m going to get through Christmas, New Year, Valentines and the anniversary of our engagement/my birthday.
In between being a maudlin old bastard, I did get a small amount of work done. With SG’s help I’ve put together a flier for the book for QuestCon on Saturday. I’ve worked in the words of a certain CIA agent (‘We will seek redress if your course of action is publishing those details’), Mr. C’s ‘I don't believe he’s managed to get away with what he has’ and ‘Buy it!’ from The Observer.
Laughter today came from learning of the existence of a Christian song with the lyrics:
‘I like bananas, I know that mangoes are sweet
I like papayas (PAPAYAS!), but nothing can beat
The sweet love of God
You can search for the tropics to find a fruit that's new
You can swim in the ocean, until your face turns blue
But look no further, I'll tell you what to do
Just open your bible to Galatians 5:22’
Even if your world is disintegrating at 20,000 feet, how can those lines and the knowledge that someone thought the best metaphor for Christ’s love was that is was better than the taste of papayas, not bring at least a ghost of a smile to the lips?
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