The title really sums up the whole post. I went out for a brief walk this evening (it’s cool, but clear out) and was greeted by the non-stop crack and bang of firecrackers, fireworks and possibly surplus munitions being set off all around not just the local neighborhood, but even across the Fraser, where I could see fireworks bursting into the sky above Surrey.
It’s all kind of weird. How did fireworks become associated with Halloween, anyway? I realize that in 2021 I can trivially look up the answer, but I prefer to make up my own. So I’m just going to say it was Satan. Or maybe the Robot Devil (I’ve been watching a lot of Futurama).
This is pretty much the only thing that makes me look forward to November. It’s not that I hate fun, it’s just that, well…I hate fun. Specifically, noisy fun that makes my ears ring (even as I am typing this sentence, fireworks are still going off. It’s 11:22 p.m., go to bed, people!)
