Were "BLOG!" an onomatopoeia, each of these posts would announce itself with a resounding declaration. Alas, readers will have to provide their own sound effects.


Rains seem to have finally abated in my immediate locality, and if meteorological prognostication has gained any validity from its unending war against atmospheric chaos, than it seems as though soccer may be a viable diversion later in the week. Mechanics (both the Classical and Quantum varieties) cast their fearsome shadows across days more immediate however, and as such I shall likely gain little from the aforementioned cessation of precipitation; it seems as though some bizarre form of conservation mandates that when my desk clears of work, the skies must strew themselves with clouds.


My lunch today was spent enjoyably at the Sushi Boat restaurant. This becomes more exciting when one realizes that the eponymous vessel refers not to the source or quantity of ingredients, but rather to the fare's method of distribution; indeed, a flotilla of miniature wooden ships, each laden with an ever-replenishing cargo of delicious assemblages, circulates continuously about the bar.


The World Series now draws to a close with the Giants up three games to the Ranger's single victory. Former Oriole Aubrey Huff distinguished himself by hitting a two run homerun to back his pitcher's excellent outing; current baseballmen of Baltimore take note--ye need not abandon all hope just yet.


Finally I shall close this entry with today's villain. All Hallow's Eve demands an appropriate representative and I shall provide him. Meet Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud.

Created by famed Science Fictionist Ray Bradbury for his story "The Halloween Tree", Moundshroud is the owner of the supernatural plant in the title, a giant, gnarled oak which bears Jack-O-Lanterns in place of leaves. The book was adapted into an animated film (narrated by the excellent Leonard Nimoy) baring the same plot--several children seek to save the life of their friend Pip. You see, each of the Tree's grinning pumpkins represents a person's soul and as such Moundshroud is very much a grim reaper and a devil in the Faustian vein. Quite evil, his actions are still governed by some twisted form of law, and in the end he returns Pip to the world of the living in exchange for a part of each of the childrens' lives. A fiend indeed.