Autumn

            I was working on my car when I sensed autumn for the first time this year. I felt a cool breeze and a scared, lonely feeling overcame me. I tend to equate autumn with the passage of time and that always puts the fright in me. I think about death and unfulfilled goals and how I'd like to fulfill them before it's all said and done. When I felt the breeze and the fear I knew it was autumn.
            I turn into a super hermit in autumn. I tend to take inventory. I try extra hard to listen to life's subtle cues. I like autumn, but it pulls on me harder than other seasons. The short days. The long nights. The dead leaves scattered on the ground. It's sad and beautiful. It makes me want to read and sleep.
              

The Blue Man Group

            I saw a big blue bald head while flipping through a magazine and thought, ugh, Blue Man Group! I'm sick of these guys! Decapitation came to mind. Not a realistic option, but I'd pay good money to see the skit.
            Sword wielding Blue Men swinging at each other wildly, maliciously, with the intent of decapitation. Blue heads rolling to the ground one after another. When all the heads were severed, the headless men would shrug their shoulders in that adorable Blue Man Group style. Then they'd pick up the severed heads and began to juggle with them. Of course somebody would eventually drop a head and it would roll toward the audience. One of the blue men would run to retrieve it. He'd stop it with his foot just shy of the orchestra pit, then bend over and pick it up and run back to his friends to begin juggling again.
            A big breasted blond bombshell, a Jayne Mansfield impersonator, would drive onto the stage in a 1966 Buick Electra convertible and wave to the crowd.