I’m obsessed with images of the moon and moon pies. That’s how it happens, isn’t it? It’s not from a bite or a scratch or some old gypsy woman reading your fortune with her one good eye. I watched Howling. I know it’s all about the craving. Pretty sure it means I’m a werewolf.
(I’m also obsessed with strawberries, and now I’m seeing them everywhere. What does that mean? I think I’m a werewolf in need of Vitamin C. Strawberries have Vitamin C. Pretty sure about that.)
So, I got a wild-haired, hare-brained idea (is it hare-brained or hair-brained? I think hare-brained because it sounds like a phrase invented by Chuck Jones)…
Actually, first I got mad. I couldn’t believe (and still can’t) that a city as savvy and wealthy as Austin couldn’t figure out how to fund some civic holiday cheer. Hell, they didn’t even sponsor a Kickstarter campaign. I would have given $50 to see my name spelled out in lights, Lite Brite style. Tsk. Such a lack of vision and holiday spirit. I expected more out of my city. Continue reading