Feels like Halloween is over already. Took a trip to Old Navy yesterday (yes, I know, I know, I’m going to hell) and they had NO Halloween stuff left. None. Instead, they had Christmas stuff. WTF? That’s not right, I tell you.

On Saturday, we swung by the Open Center for Kris‘ gallery opening, then to Dojo for a nibble, and then home, effectively skipping out on four of the four remaining parties we had invites to. Again, WTF?

We’re tired. It’s been a long year. I’m knitting another hat to wind down. Actually, there’s more to it than that (the hat making, I mean), but I’ll let it ride.

Behold, the top ten creepy pets. Giant African land snails are not allowed inside the country due to their potential as a “devastating invasive species.” Oh, my. Let that blow your mind.

Speaking of creepy animal stories, did anyone hear This American Life this week? Rabid racoons are the stuff that nightmares are made of.

Check it out. KGB Bar, November 26th. I’m told I’ll need to make a PowerPoint presentation, which kind of blows my mind.

Honestly, I couldn’t be more psychz0red. Bertozzi is one of Leland’s indycomics pals from way back who has become one of mine, too. Dan Goldman is one half of the Brothers Goldman, the other being Steven Goldman, who will have a crazyfun announcement of his own shortly. Both brothers are sweet stuff and talented comics makers, to boot. Steven crashed in our living room this weekend and gave me a bunch of music, and some of Dan’s cake. That sounds dirty but really, it wasn’t.

Brooklyn is such an amazing place for comics.

Big thanks and snaps to another sweet one, Ron, who hooked me up with this gig.

Also, I’d like to reiterate that I remain not-dead (make that undead?), just not blogging much.

I’d also like to mention that we receieved four — count ‘em, four — we-call-it-Samhain-you-call-it-Halloween invitations. And I haven’t a thing to wear. Though I did pick up some yarn today that might make for a good Hallowig.

Then again, I’m not knitting much either…

There’s been a lot on my mind of late; it’s just that none of it is blog-appropriate. You-call-it-Halloween, We-call-it-Samhain, on the other hand, is very blog-appropriate. Here are a few things I’ve found in my travels:

1. The Samhain ish of The Anti-Craft is up and it features some neat stuff, like this hat right here:

Check it out.

2. Over on Etsy, we have a different kind of cool hat:

Cowabunga, dude. I need to reverse engineer that sucker. Or order one, which would be better.

3. Whilst browsing the CEOExpress (which, as you can imagine, is something I do every day — pfftahahaha), I stumbled upon the Edgar Allen Poe Collection of Susan Jaffe Tane at Cornell University. Here you’ll find digital scans of super-old Poe-iana, and some biographical information too. Did you know that the Raven was originally going to be a parrot? That’s kind of like Ben Franklin insisting that a turkey would be our best national bird. Nevermore…

4. I know I’ve mentioned this place before, but here it is again: Dragonfly Design Studio is your best bet for all your vintage Halloween hoo-ha.

5. Lastly, if you’re in the neighborhood on the 28th, swing by the New York Open Center for Kris Waldherr’s THE BOOK OF GODDESSES book l(re-)launch and and art exhibition opening, from 7:30-9:30. The New York Open Center is located at 83 Spring Street (that’s right off Broadway). Memo to self: mention on the Endicott Blog.

Also note that Kris has a ton of yummy stuff for sale, including this new Persephone print. Ooo!

Wow. I promise — promise — that this blog isn’t turning into a place that exists solely for me to blather on about my stuff. Because I hate blogs like that.

(That was my way of apologizing for the lack of updates, by the way.)

Boorman needs a little catch-up time, so I’ve decided to run a piece that Leland and I made last year.

Interview with Gail Simone next week!

This one was really fun.

Getting out and about these next few days. The chill was in the air this morning… that kind of chill that says that it’s gonna stay chilly and that summer is gone for good. They don’t call Samhain “summer’s end” for nothing! Er… or something like that.

1. We’ll meet James Owen for the first time at Books of Wonder this evening. He’s there for a signing for the release of HERE, THERE BE DRAGONS along with Scott Westerfeld (whose books I really, really need to read) and Endicott sweethearts Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman. Delia has a sounds-absolutely-amazing new book out entitled CHANGELING and Ellen, of course, has THE PRIVILEGE OF THE SWORD — two more that I really, really need to read.

2. My best girl, Bee, will be here this weekend. In between peanut butter and shopping for boots, you’ll find us way the heck uptown, tearing into turkey legs at the annual Medieval Festival in Fort Tryon Park. Huzzah!

Waiting to see if Boorman will have pages for Chemset today. Will let you know as soon as I do. Have I ever mentioned that Zoe is slightly based on Ellen Kushner?

Williamsburg is one of those places where I’D always thought I’d hang out. After all, when I was sixteen and stuck in Maine, dreaming of John & John when not scheming with Bee, those dreams always involved “just happening” to bump into them in a coffee shop or a bodega or something. I mean, always with a bodega. Which is really odd, when you consider that back then there was no way that I had any way of conceptualizing what a bodega was. Is.

Anyway, despite looking up John & John’s home addresses the very second that I got full access to the New York State DMV records (I used to work for the prosecutor, bet you didn’t know that), I’ve always been more of a Heights/Cobble Hill/Carroll Gardens girl. And I tend to stay put when I’m in a place, rather than needlessly ride the G train. So. Not much of a Williamsburger. Oh my goodness, I can’t believe I just wrote that.

It’s late. I’m babbling. Leland and I went out there tonight, to hit up Act-i-vater DC Wallin at his home base, Tattoo Culture. And, I’m probably going to hell for this, but… Williamsburg is cute. This bar is cute:

Spuyten Duyvil

Flea market decor done right, red tin ceilings, stolen subway signs, a collection of yard sale cookbooks to peruse, tea lined up behind the bar over a mini chest-of-drawers, mismatched wine glasses… and XTC on the gleaming jukebox. Oh, and a cute little wrought-iron fence that you can see on their website.

And meats and cheeses!

And yeah, well, okay, hipsters. Can’t have everything.