D: No, but it is ‘National Talk in an Elevator Day’ . . . and look at this, A – tomorrow is ‘Barbie-in-a-blender Day.’
A: Which is somehow more terrifying than anything Halloween could throw at me, I think. Do you even know what an elevator – or a Barbie – is?
D: A. I’m 1300 years old. I am perhaps old-fashioned, but I am not dead.
A: (Not exactly living, either).
D: (I heard that.)
A: (Bully for you.)
D: (Why are we speaking parenthetically, then?)
A: (Not sure.) Well, that was fun. Now, back to Halloween–
D: Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that you were running recklessly into the sun and burning yourself because you were so happy it was warm and summer for a few blissful seconds?
A: Months, and your point?
D: Have you ever considered savoring your now?
A: Oh, here we go. I know I said not to mope, and that I had to approach our snark-fest differently because I maybe (shudder) like you now, but seriously?
D: I’m confused. Does that mean you think I’m wrong?
A: Didn’t say that. I’m just debating the need for you to point it out in the first place.
D: But that means I’m right, yes?
A: Shut up.
D: Oh, you argue so eloquently, woman.
A: Cheers, D. I’m just going to go over here and maybe dictate my Halloween party plans aloud in the elevator. Go tell your tale.
The Druid Tells the Tale
I tell a mean tale, so does A. But no one has given us the shivers quite like Helena, I mean, Jessica B. Bell. Deliciously horrifying to the very end, The Best Medicine is worthy of you attention, your rapt horror and most importantly, a click of that link. Go. Do it. Now.
A: Anyone else notice D is a little bossier than usual? Yikes.
D: Anyone else notice A would prefer to rescind all responsibility for the monster she thinks I have become?
Andra has been keeping us entertained with her Orgy of Creative Consumption (Gee D, I think you like these racier posts. Get your mind out of the gutter, A. Never.), describing with her wonderful prose, what it takes to refill the creative tank. I’m fairly certain A either has too much creativity or not enough. I still haven’t determined the answer.
A: Thanks, D.
D: Anytime, A.
A invites the Audience’s participation
Um… anyone else wish it was fall, now? Am I wrong to want crisp apple cider and bonfires?