this blog’s miserly strategy for warding off trick-or-treaters: “greetings, inky patrons. care ye for a ghoulishly carved fruit of the branch, hand-wrested from yonder mountains and filled to sloshing with espresso blackness?”
by this point, this blog is usually speaking to itself. candy hunters, it would seem, aren’t a likely crowd for innovative spro appreciation. which means: more for us!