Did you feel it?  That little cold front that blew through this past weekend that blissfully knocked us out of the path of not one, but two nasty storms?  Did you notice that it blew in on Friday the 13th?  Did you feel the extra sensation that piggybacked with it?

I sure as hell did.  But then again, I’m hypersensitive to it.

That cool weather was the calling card for my ultimate favorite time of year — the supreme holiday season to me.  It was a steel-toed-and-cleated boot to the head that shifted my perspective 45 degrees.  It was a hand engraved reminder that Halloween is just around the corner and that I should get cracking on preparations for the big party and the opportunity to scare a whole new neighborhood of people.

The weather may have warmed back up, but it is not enough to banish the demon stirred up inside.  My clock-spring is wound and I’m ready to go.  The weather inside my head will remain comfortably fall-like.

It’s time to create heaven and hell.  I suggest you all get started too.

I am in one supremely fucked up mood today.  Can’t explain it, let’s just call it a bad batch of poorly mixed brain chemistry.  I’m agitated, mildly hostile and a little on the sad side — and on that note, I will leave you with two very moving quotes (for me) from the two movies I watched today.  They nearly threw themselves off of the shelf at me so that I might watch them.

The first one is from Conan The Barbarian.  Conan stands in an ancient burial place, about to do battle with an outrageous number of foes.  He offers a short prayer:

"Crom, I have never prayed to you before — I have no tongue for it.  No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad, why we fought, and why we died.  All that matters is that today, two stood against many.  Valor pleases you, so grant me this one request.  Grant me revenge!  And if you do not listen, to HELL with you!"

The second is from Hair.  Burger has swapped places at the Army base with Claude so that Claude might go and spend time with the Sheila before he has to go off to war.  While Burger is still on the base, the call to move out has been given and Burger, a pacifist and un-trained civilian is hustled in his guise as Claude onto a troop transport.  While marching to their fate, the soldiers in formation begin to sing about their fear and disquiet about what faces them.  The song is called The Flesh Failures:

We starve, look at one another short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new-told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Somewhere, inside something, there is a rush of greatness
Who knows what stands in front of our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence tells me secretly everything, everything

Eyes look your last
Arms take your last embrace
And lips oh you the doors of breath
Seal with a righteous kiss
The rest is silence