Happy November, everyone! Nov. 1 is one of my favorite days of the year, because we can finally dispense with all the ridiculous Halloween Stuff and concentrate fully on all the only-slightly-less-ridiculous Holiday Stuff. I'm happy to say that my sons enjoyed Halloween as much as I endured it, each staggering home with almost five pounds of ill-gotten booty. (Which I will always think of as "ill-booten gotty.")
The 10yo was a Roman warrior of some kind, and I won't tell you the actual name of the warrior because I will get it wrong, and he will correct me derisively.
The 7yo wanted to dress as ... me. So we came up with matching hats, glasses, fleeces, and omnipresent smartphones, the last of which was his emphatic idea. Because, apparently, my mobile device has become the most salient part of my personality.
The two announcements I have for today aren't all that related, but they're about to be.
First: For the third Movember in a row, I'll be growing a mustache to raise money for research into testicular and prostate cancers. If you have anything left after you've texted REDCROSS to 90999 as often as you can in order to help victims of Hurricane Sandy's devastation, please click here and give what you can. I and the cancer-stricken and the people who will have to endure my fuzzy lip for the next 30 days will be very grateful.
Second: as you may recall, National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) was initially conceived to take place during November. I did it for the first time in 2007, beginning with a triumphant mini-rant about cat poop, and I was thinking of doing it again to celebrate five years since the first ascent of Mt. Bloppington.
Then came this Twitter conversation, where the discussion of ladystaches gave rise to a super-polysyllabic mega-term whose time had come.
I am very proud and eager to be spending this month entrenched in NaBloPoMovember, during which I'll get to write again, LiveStrong will get a pile of cash, and my son will actively resist belly-zerbits.