fine whine

Another October means another Halloween, and that means little kids demanding candy (and parents tagging behind reminding them to say "Thank you") and cheesy costumes and carved pumpkins and more candy and so on and so forth. The difference this year is that I have a house and as such am definitely on the other side of the whole candy giving/taking relationship. Before I filled out the demand part of the equation and now, well, I handle the supply.

It got me thinking to the days when I was the little kid, running across front yards and acting in an impolite fashion, and I was reminded to the people who didn't give out candy. There was always one guy in my neighborhood who gave out pennies. I'm sure he had the best intentions, but until the penny-swallowing-and-choking lawsuits hit he'll just be thought of as the guy who's too good or too cheap to give out candy.

I was thinking about that, and then it hit me. We should give out floppy disks! You can't choke on a floppy disk, and (would you look at that) we've got an awful lot of them laying around.

As it turned out I handed granola bars and Smarties and Tootsie rolls out to probably fifteen kids, and Jessica did some ten before me. Whilst waiting I watched Songs from the second floor, or as the Swedes and the original language people would call it, Sånger Från Andra Våningen. There isn't much to say about the film, other than the people who call it mesmerizing need to work on their standards of mesmerization.