Where was The Babadook in October?

Oh wait a minute, that's right, this psychological horror film debuted in the United States just forty eight hours ago.  If The Babadook had been available to me in October it may have slipped under my radar because usually I am either partying during the world series, building guillotines, or rewatching Pet Semetary.  So maybe it is better that I watched this highly disturbing movie right after chopping down a Christmas tree with my loving parents.  

   

The film is focused on a widowed mother and her troubled son who is tormented by a character (The Babadook) from a children's book she reads to him one night before bed.  It's a real clutch move on her part seeing as how her mental state is already in shambles.  Do not expect to frequently jump out of your chair during The Babadook, but also do not expect to obtain much sleep after watching this movie.  Some critics are comparing The Babadook to The Shinning, but it makes its predecessor look like The Notebook.

 

Bringing it all Back Home

Originally I had intending The Clog to be focused on "Pies, Coffee, and a Dollop of Skating."  If not for the fact that I have long forgotten how to edit the header of my blog, I might change the words to, "Booze, Skating, and how Seasonal Change Affects my Overall Outlook on Life."  Maybe I should just get in touch with my roots.

Pumpkin lattes are still totally in season.  There is still plenty of time to shamelessly consume pumpkin flavored things before December crashes down upon us like ten tons of spruce needles.

Starting work at 4:30 AM is tolerable once the days shrink to the size of an ice bath penis.  

The only thing better than red and orange leaves falling to the ground is the limbs from those very same trees following them.  

Underneath this foil a blueberry pie awaits an eager mouth and a hungry belly.  I give myself a one year window after promising someone a pie, and after that I'm just an asshole.  I barely made the cut with this one. 

Oh yah, and here is a photo of my flat bar.

What Happens in Between

In all my years managing the Clog (a daunting task that many times has driven me to the brink of suicide) I have made no bigger mistake than neglecting to post something about Travis Knight.  Part gypsy part genius, Travis bobs and weaves his way in and out of my life like a sewing needle at the hands of a drunken seamstress.  Never has a run in with Travis been without shenanigans, but also strangely profound and enlightening conversation.

During a Knight (see what I did there) much like the one pictured, Travis mysteriously showed up at Tyler's old house off of Race Street.  It had been sometime since last we enjoyed one another's company and we quickly dove into a deep discourse of gibberish.  Our ramblings eventually led the topic of skateboarding.  It wasn't long before we shared an epiphany.

Skateboarding is less about the act but more about the things that occur between skating. 

Whether it is driving aimlessly for miles with your friends, seeing new places, witnessing fights, eating in seedy restaurants, or sleeping in parking lots skateboarding puts us in the thick of it all.  It keeps us in touch with the world around us.  The fine mesh strainer of life will always catch the thicker chunks of reality.