HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Hey fans, how the HELL are ya? You doing anything for Halloween this year? (I put the word in italics to make it spookier. Do you know if there's a way to make words look shakier and/or drippier as well? Sound off in the comments...)

If you're anything like me, you're pretty tuckered out from all the eating and partying you did last Saturday night, in Sausalito, but that doesn't mean you can't have fun tonight, too. You just have to be a little more creative. Last year, for example, Halloween was on a Monday, so instead of getting drunk I went down to the Portland waterfront with my pals Joe Cutty and J-Bird Osprey, and frightened the birds.

This year, I decided to do a bird-related activity again, to get myself out of my parents' spooky garage (which I've decked out in cobwebs and fake ants, in celebration of the season) and get this blog back on topic.

You mean you're going to do some actual birding again?? You ask.

Not quite, my scary friend, but close. I'm going...BAT-ing.  

An American Bat

Bats, according to Wikipedia, are the only mammal which is also a bird. You might remember them from the movie DRACULA, or FERNGULLY: THE LAST RAINFOREST. If you have a really good memory, you might even remember some bat "facts" you learned from the kooky old lesbian who visited your school when you were 12. ("Bats are NOT gross!!!")

But even if your memory is on par with mine, the only way to truly understand bats is to go out into the dark and look for them. At least, that's what I'm guessing. Maybe it's impossible to understand bats.
I'll let you know how it goes.