The Hooverville Hexagon: It's the Time of Year for Mulling. Mull with Us.

 

Join us around the campfire. Follow your own thoughts wherever they take you.

 

Your Daily Warning That

Halloween Is Coming

by Tavaron da Quirm

When the campfire crackles, it's time to reach for the marshmallows – and get ready for those little ghouls and ghosts. You know, the ones that ring your doorbell and giggle.

 

 

Your Own Personal Campfire

by Tavaron da Quirm

You know those seasonal fireside videos? Here's ours just for you. A little music under the crackle.

 

Midweek Poem

by DG

travel broadens the mind they say

unless of course you journey from

one country to another

searching for the next mcdonalds

 

my favorite travel is time travel

cut me loose, here and now,

I yearn to go in search of

some really good sumerian

fast food

A Look Back

by DG

The helpful OneDrive email tells me this composite wot it made includes photos from late Octobers past. Who or what it does not say. They're great photos and worth sharing. If you see your work here, report in, please. (I think those birdies are SashaQ, the ducks may be Paige, and the ceiling is surely FWR?)

 

Architectural Study

by Cactuscafe

 

Visual food for thought.

 

The Humour Archaeologist

Strikes Again

By DG

From 1921. Try this one at the next open-mic night.

"Yes, ma'am," the old salt confided to the inquisitive lady, "I fell over the side of the ship, and a shark he come along and grabbed me by the leg."

"Merciful providence!" his hearer gasped. "And what did you do?"

"Let 'im 'ave the leg, o' course, ma'am. I never argues with sharks."

 

cucu,

 Dmitri Gheorgheni, Editor