People can be so strange. Take the phrase "dawn of human history," for example. The matching of one gradual process for another is apt; the idea that humanity began with a bright shining moment, less so.

As for history, that's rather arbitrary. I am not infinite, but I am long-lived (for certain definitions of life) and humanity has exchanged accounts of itself for all the length and breadth of my existence. History "begins" with the oldest extant records in known languages, but any records can get damaged or lost with time. Plenty of human groups had oral histories that died with their peoples, but they were histories whether or not they were written.

It's important to keep traditions alive.

I shall make my usual All Hallow's Eve edibles this year: bloodied apples. They are similar to the traditional candied apples, but I have no taste for caramel so I dip my apples in blood.

Does anyone else want a taste? I promise you, there definitely probably is almost no vampire contagion in the blood, so chances of becoming undead are slightly slim.

I keep a hallowed October tradition.

I shall make my usual All Hallow's Eve edibles this year: bloodied apples. They are similar to the traditional candied apples, but I have no taste for caramel so I dip my apples in blood.

Does anyone else want a taste? I promise you, there definitely probably is no vampire contagion in the blood, so chances of becoming undead are slightly slim.

Your Name's Power is Bravery

Your name's power is that it helps you be brave. Your name conveys both a conqueror and a poet. People who meet you can't help but think you are radiant. You try to live your life with intensity and exploration.

Via Sylvie:

Pasht is a Collosal Mecha-Dragon that drinks Human Blood, Stomps Around a Lot, has Dozens of Tentacles, and controls the Weather. Strength: 11 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 9 To see if your Giant Battle Monster can defeat Pasht, enter your name and choose an attack: fights Pasht using Strength Agility Intelligence

I lost to her, by the by, so I wish to fight someone else until I win.

(I drink Human Blood indeed. Clever machine!)

(Reposted from last year:)

I shall make my usual All Hallow's Eve edibles this year: bloodied apples. They are similar to the traditional candied apples, but I have no taste for caramel so I dip my apples in blood.

Does anyone else want a taste? I promise you, there definitely probably is no vampire contagion in the blood, so chances of becoming undead are slightly slim.

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Normal? No. Even if I were, biological does not mean the same as nonhazardous.

It seems I find redheads wherever I happen to be. They are not true redheads, where "red" means the colour of a desert sunset; these reds range from tomato to rose to blood. The repetitiveness is distasteful. I should enjoy the sight of a carrot-haired one.

I thought redheads of the tangerine-tone variety were uncommon in most populations outside of the British Isles and places heavily settled by those same groups (such as Irish settlers and their descendants in America). Rose red is said to be rarer still, even within the group of "red" hair, so rare as to be remarkable, perhaps even freakish.

Yet that is the colour of redhead I always find. Every locale I visit that has more than a scant handful of people will always have a rose-redhead. Stranger still, they are always female and always either tall for their gender or else short. Never have I met a male or average-height female of this ilk. Is there not a statistical law stating that, for the vast numbers of people I have encountered and the still large subset which has been red-headed, at least one should go against this trend by being average height and/or male? Even so, the trend remains unbroken.

Lying numbers! I should not trust them. There is an answer to this strange quandry, but mathematics and census will not unveil it to me.