Haunted Houses and Other Things

On Saturday the 25th, I went to a haunted house. Only, it wasn't a haunted house, it was a haunted trail, in which there were some houselike structures. Actually, there was one structure that was done up like a house, and there were people in it who apparently wanted to eat me. Somehow a haunted place that looks like it was once normal is creepier than something that never should have looked normal. There were clowns, too, and demonic Oompa-Loompas... the 70s film version, not the 2000-whatever one. There were these furry things or tree-y things walking alonmg the trail too, and you couldn't always tell where the real people had gotten to. It was most excellent.

Sometimes I feel sorry for clowns. Well, the people playing clowns. Because I don't know anyone who likes clowns. Most people I know think clowns are creepy. I think clowns are creepy. Well, I think clowns who are normal and not evil cannibalistic soul-sucking night-lurking clowns are creepy. The evil clowns are just downright scary. But, anyway, so, the non-evil clowns, I mean, those are real people, and probably really nice people, under all that makeup. But they're creepy anyway. Poor clowns.

I noticed something about carrots on Saturday, too. Carrots taste different, depending on the end you bite. One is sweet, the other a bit more earthy. It was quite surprising, and very tasty. I bit into one end, then the other, to mix the flavors together. I don't think I've ever really so intently noticed the taste of carrots before.

I'll post more when I think of it.