The second story post for October 2009 is by fellow Montreal teller Roman Pylat. I have always adored Roman's stories and the raw power of his voice. This story was recorded during a fundraiser I helped organize for the Montreal Children's Hospital back in 2005 called "Through a Child's Eyes".

The story "The Boy Who Drew Cats" is a great story for the season that involves cats, boys, and demons! Enjoy!

Shortening the Road: The Boy Who Drew Cats

If you like the story, please pass the website on to all your friends and family. Happy Halloween!

Before I write about the weekend, I wish to send out kudos to grrscary who bared her head for a good cause. She had her head shaved this morning on Mix 96 after raising over $2000 for Breast Cancer research. Amazing! We went out to meet her for breakfast after the shaving, so here's what she looked like before (although the picture is a bit old) and what she looks like now:



Way to go Roo! We are all very proud of you! If you decide to do this next year, I may join you in your endeavour. I am a bit disturbed at how a man's contribution and sacrifice for this cause is regarded as less impressive than a woman's participation, but more on that later.

Like many of us, we spent the weekend at various Halloween parties. On Friday, we went to grrscary's birthday/housewarming/halloween party. We were encouraged to wear clothing that we do not usually wear, so I sported by blue kilt, a red Lobster t-shirt, and a blue hawaiian shirt. It was a Do Not Adjust your TV Set moment.

On Saturday night, we attended twilightbunny's annual Halloween bash. We went as the iconic Death sarahcarotte and Taxes (me). Ms. Carotte's cloak was kickass and the favorite part of my costume was my ID badge (the contracted form of my name which was Ulster Owen Memonie). Pictures will surface eventually, so be patient.

Last night, we had an impromptu pumpkin-carving party. We wanted to plan this event, but forgot about it and then just hastily called a few people together. I love carving pumpkins to the point of wondering if I would enjoy sculpture as an artform... Time will tell.

So here's what our pumpkins looked like in the end. I'm not in this shot (I'm taking the picture), but my pumpkin is the one to the far right. If you don't recognize it, I based it's design on a Warcraft Troll. A bit ambitious, I'll admit, but the result is not too shabby!



If you click on the picture and then click on "up gallery", you'll see the pumpkins we carved last year. Mine is the Evil Flanders.