Vampire Jane

Friday, October 21, 2011
In which October continues at two-thirds of the way complete… already…

In the aftermath…
Collette was irritated with the media all day long.
And Puck had odd sorts of shocking questions as usual…
“Where are you going to bury me when I die?”
“I sure hope it’s going to be the other way around, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Maybe Jesus will come back and take us home first. That’d be pretty sweet.”
“Yeah. But I want to be buried in the front yard. OK?”
O, the consequences of maternal pessimism… Although this time, the questions could honestly be attributed to a library book about a widowed pig.

Francis and Linnea spent several hours over the usual studies in the morning and early afternoon, during which Francis ran Puck ’round in circles to get out some of the cold-weather energy bugs. They left shortly after one for Linnea to attend the youth retreat and Francis to lifeguard before attending the evening’s swing dance.

Sometimes… meals were still just a little…
“Puck, finish your chicken.”
“I can’t finish this last part.”
“Why?”
“Because germs from my foot got on the chicken so they can dine on it.”
And for the first time in years, Collette flipped on the news, hoping for some proper reporting about the fantastic Cards.
OLeif returned shortly after 6:30 from a long day of work, endeavoring to learn a new programming language. Magnus arrived with a few impressive pieces from his upcoming collection.
Movie night resumed with the 2011 BBC version of Jane Eyre and pumpkin pie and a plate of orange-pumpkin-poppyseed bread from Carrie (who was in her second round of hair-rescue sessions) and more Jack ‘o Lantern Joe-Joe’s.
“My co-worker brought a sheep to work today,” said Rose.
“What?”
“Yeah, it was a lamb. And he couldn’t leave it alone, so he brought it to work.”
Disbelief.
“Then the goat…”
“I thought it was a sheep. Get your story right.”
“Well, the goat escaped, I mean the lamb, into the server room and started chewing on cords. And then we went to Bandana’s for lunch.”
Joe settled back on a pile of pillows on the floor to sketch a ‘hairy jellyfish’ with paper and pencil. And as usual, no film was safe from the inspired commentary of the watchers. The mimicry of high-pitched female whining sighs and overtly rough-and-grizzle male tones was used throughout…
“I’ll bet he’s really a werewolf.”
“The truth is… I’m a vampire.”
“Waaaaaah!”
“The sun will be filled with our passion, and the moon.”
“I’m a vampire. I knew it!”
“She can’t hear you, dude. She’s in… New Zealand…”
“The Eye of Sauron.”
“Look’s like meat’s back on the menu, boys!”
“Twenty thousand pounds! That’s more than I weigh!”
“I’m a vampire!”
“I’m gonna blog about this now.”
“Dear Facebook…”