Katie Pumpkinhead’s Pumpkin Patch

 As you probably already know, Christmas is not my thing. I did a  detailed post  about that last year, so I won’t bore anyone with repeating myself, but I would like to reiterate that one of my big reasons for not enjoying this time of year, is the fact that I have a retail job. And, having a retail job means hearing a lot of Christmas songs on repeat for at least a month. I tend to have a lot of goofy thoughts regarding these songs, such as the probability of a grown man listing “girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes” among his favorite things ending up on a list, or the fact that my all-time least favorite, It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year, sounds incredibly sarcastic when you really listen to it. However, today I heard It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas, and found myself asking, “WTF do you mean, beginning?! It’s been looking a lot like Christmas since September!”   And so I was inspired to rewrite the song, to address the issues that we ...

 Little Danielle Locke was a disaster when it came to saving money. So many times she had tried, to save for a special doll or toy, once even a bicycle, and every time, she found something she wanted “more”; a silent need for instant gratification in a moment, and there went the money, sending Danielle back to square one. Usually she would have to wait for her birthday or Christmas for whatever the initial item was that she’d wanted, if she even remembered it by then. But when her mother told her that she’d have no choice but to save her allowance if she wanted one of those Silver Shamrock Halloween masks, that was different. Danielle loved Halloween and waited for it with bated breath each year. Choosing the costume she’d wear when she went trick-or-treating with her supercool Aunt Theresa was serious business, and, once she’d heard about the Silver Shamrock masks, she knew she had to have one. Anyone who was anyone was going to be wearing a Silver Shamrock mask that Halloween, an...

 Today, I’d like to talk about a Halloween themed horror film that I recently discovered and was pleasantly surprised by: A 2019 Canadian film called Halloween Party. I first became aware of this movie while scrolling through Tubi one afternoon looking for something else, and immediately declared it a must-watch. You can view the trailer  here .  Now, these random streaming-service spooky finds can be very hit-or-miss. There are quite a few that I’ve turned off before ever finishing them, so I tend to go in with low expectations. But, while I don’t find Halloween Party to be Oscar-worthy or anything like that, I personally found it to be a very interesting, smart horror film. Our story opens with best friends Grace and Zoe, hanging out in Zoe’s dorm room. Grace is scrolling through pictures on Zoe’s computer when suddenly a very primitive Halloween animation pops up, declaring itself “A Halloween Party For GRACE” and prompting her to type her worst fear in a little box wh...

 Sometimes I wonder if it’s possible to have seasonal depression, during every season that isn’t fall. I know it’s there in summer. The constant sun and heat has the completely opposite effect on me than it has on most people. It makes me miserable; its only redeeming quality being the fact that it’s the last stepping stone til fall. It’s a different kind of feeling though, as the winter comes. I don’t necessarily have a problem with the cold weather. I prefer it, any day, over the heat. But still, there is something so saddening, as November tapers off into December, taking with it the last remnants of autumnal comfort. I hated November so much when I was younger. I would draw big X’s through the O’s on my calendars and planner pads. I treated it as if it were unspeakably horrible, and perhaps the first of the month still is. But once I confront the petulant bully that is November 1st, and put it in its place, just a box on the calendar, it’s as if the rest of the month relaxes an...

  Late November reminds us that, no matter how beautiful the fall season is, the truth is, everything around us is dying. Things look so vibrant and alive in October that it’s easy to forget that fact. The world is alight with the colors of a happy, cozy fire. What could be more celebratory than that? Late November, though. That is a different type of fall. The once-colorful leaves, ablaze in shades of orange and red and yellow, are now all brown and withered. Most of them have fallen now, but the ones that haven’t are lonely and brittle, clinging to their trees by the thinnest of thread. It paints a desperate picture, watching those last little leaves cling to life. The color has gone out of them and yet they hang on, as if afraid of being forgotten.  The clock ticks on, from Halloween, to Thanksgiving, and now nearing December. The trees begin to illuminate again, but this time artificially, as the residents of the homes they surround dutifully attach lights to their branche...

 Like many little girls in the 90s, I was in absolute awe of the Olsen twins. Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen were just over a year older than me, and it was so cool to see kids right around my age that were so famous. Like many, I was first introduced to them as Michelle Tanner on Full House , but it wasn’t long until they started producing and starring in a whole slew of their own original movies and series. One such movie was another Halloween gem from my childhood that seems to be mostly forgotten these days, a spooky adventure called Double Double, Toil And Trouble.  It’s worth noting that Double Double, Toil And Trouble was released in 1993, just a few months after Hocus Pocus. (And it actually accurately portrays the fact that Halloween 1993 fell on a Sunday!) But, because it was a TV movie initially, it was Double Double, Toil And Trouble that I wound up seeing first. And, surprisingly, it didn’t initially become one of my main go-to movies, for the simple fact that it actu...

 If you follow me on Instagram, you’ve probably seen me post recently about a song I made up as a child.  Though music has never been my strong suit, or even a major interest of mine, like most kids, I went through an “imagining myself as a pop star” phase, and would often make up little songs that would, maybe, one day, end up on my chart-topping debut album.  One such song was something called “The Halloween Flame Is Still Burning”. I have been racking my brain trying to remember all the lyrics since November 1st hit, but alas, I can only remember small bits. The opening line was a solemn declaration: November first, and the day’s gone by… The chorus culminated with: From inside the window of the car I am yearning, ‘cause the Halloween flame on the candle’s still burning! And, of course, the big finale, because what song could ever be complete without it?: …And it burns BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!! (Actual Halloween candle from ObscuraHortus on Etsy/Instagram) There’s a ...