...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

Song of the Day: "Lost In The Woods" - Taproot

And now, for some humor.

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.

Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.

Shut up. You know it's funny.

Now that that's out of my system, on to bigger and better things.

Or not.

Not too much has been going on here. Just been playing around with my PSP quite a bit. I swear, that thing is amazing. If you're a gamer and don't have one yet, you need to go get one. If you don't have the money, steal it.

Corey is all pumped about ghost hunting. So excited, as a matter of fact, that he's telling pretty much everyone and anyone who will listen. There's only one problem I see with that so far: We haven't "captured" any spirits. Period. I've tried to explain that ghost hunters that haven't caught anything aren't ghost hunters, but he's just totally gung-ho about the whole thing. God bless his testicle.

I'm currently looking into equipment for "hunting", but I don't know a damn thing about most of how these things work. On top of that I wouldn't know where to start "hunting", but I guess that just comes along at some point.

Anywho, that's about it. Enjoy, and if you're lucky I might post again sometime this week.

Totally looking forward to Halloween!