Last October I listed my ten favorite Halloween movies, so this time I decided to write about some Halloweeny films I’ve seen since then.
Make yourself comfortable! Then I’ll regale you with some information about a strange creature I came across on my travels..
As we are closing in on this year’s Halloween, I wanted to share some of my favorite horror songs. Turns out, almost all of them were made by Jonathan Coulton.
I have been posting a lot of my pictures here since I started blogging a year ago, and since I don’t have one here, Instagram is going to function as my gallery.
There is also going to be some pictures that I post exclusively to Instagram, so don’t miss out on those!
And don’t forget to follow 😉
I recently saw both the 1990 version and the 2017 version of IT, the movies based on Stephen King’s 1986 horror novel.
I decided to make a mixed drink for this month’s geeky recipe, and it is naturally Halloween themed.
It is a slight variation on a mojito, with extra lime and mint leaves, topped with a frozen “brain” containing water and blackcurrant juice.
For a single glass, you’ll need to mix:
4 centilitres of lime juice
6 centilitres of soda water
7 centilitres of white rum
1 whole pot of chopped up mint leaves
Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of when I published my very first blog post!
I have been posting three days a week for a year, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, resulting in a whopping 157 posts, including this one.
I am going to continue with this schedule out the month of October, but after that I might cut back, at least a little.
I have started working at a new location, and I hope to start posting my new comic here very soon, so those changes in my life is enough of a strain to make three posts each week difficult to accomplish.
I am glad I was able to stick with it for a year, and I feel some kinship to the musician Jonathan Coulton, in how he recorded one new song each week for a year for his Thing-A-Week project, even if that must have been considerably harder than what I have done.
I would like to thank everyone who reads my posts.
Later the same evening that I had left Brig, I arrived in Milan, Italy.
I did not get to see much of that city, as I was soon on a train to Florence, where I took in on a hotel near the station, and left on the first train in the morning, so I did not get to see much of that city either.
I was headed toward Rome, but decided to take a detour through Pisa while I was in the neghbourhood.
As soon as I arrived, I headed straight for the Leaning Tower.
I knew the general direction, and I figured it would stick out enough for me to spot it easily.
I ended up wandering for quite some time before I saw the Leaning Tower jutting out at the end of a street.
I arrived just before they were closing, so I just barely managed to buy a ticket.
I had not dared going up the Eiffel Tower on this trip, but I was determined that I would not let my fear of heights stop me again, particularly because this tower was much smaller, and did not look that crooked to me.
As soon as I started ascending the stairs, the tower started to seem much more crooked.
I just about managed to get to the top before I had hurry down to ground level again.
As I strolled back to the train station along the Arno River, I was happy that I had made myself go up there.
I took a room when I arrived in Rome, and readied myself for another day of new experiences.
Jonathan Coulton was born on the 1st of December 1970 in New Haven, Connecticut.
He had hopes of becoming a musician from a young age. So while studying for his Bachelor of Arts degree at Yale University, he was part of several bands with fellow students. Most notably the collegiate a capella group The Yale Whiffenpoofs.
After having a quick stop in Nancy, I left France for the mountainous vistas of Switzerland.
I had a quick change of trains in Bern, but it was in the middle of the night, so I did not get to see anything there.
I was now in the latter half of the month, and wanted to get quickly down to Italy so that I would have time to explore before having to head back home.
When I arrived in the small alpine town of Brig even later that night, it turned out that the next train to Italy would not get there before evening the next day, so I had no choice but to stay.
And I am glad I got that opportunity, because Brig is beautiful!
I spent my day there relaxing, something that probably served me well before arriving in Italy.
After doing a bit of exploring and photography, I found a nice café where I sat down to eat and read for a while.
As I was traveling with just a small backpack, I also had to find a place that could wash my dirty laundry.
I was given directions to some older women who ran a washery out of a cellar, and they took care of it for me.
This would be the last of three times I had to take care of that on my trip, having previously taken advantage of a laundromat in Amsterdam and hotel services in Newcastle.
While I was there, I discovered where Santa spends his days during the off-season.
I also found it a bit amusing the this workout studio’s mascot was a weird red-spotted cow.
When my time there was drawing closer, I picked up my backpack from the hotel I had stayed at, picked up my washed and dried clothes, and got a last good look at the amazing view.
Then I hopped on a train headed to Italy.
After visiting Paris, I started heading south, toward Italy.
I was going to take the train through Switzerland to get there, so I had to change trains in the French town of Nancy.
I had some time to kill before my train departed, so I decided to have a look around.
A thing I saw that really caught my attention is a sculpture I think I have identified as a World War I Moselle memorial, but I could not find anything concrete online to be sure, and I failed to get the plaque in the picture.
I like the symbolism of a golden heart atop a mass of blackened hearts, even if I fail to draw the connection to World War I.
I did not have enough time to see very much of the town, but what I saw seemed peaceful and beautiful, and I am glad I got to see a different side to France than just Paris before I left the country.
But just as soon as I had arrived, I was on my way to Switzerland!