Carpenter @ MindSay 
On Halloween, Deborah Myers (Sheri Moon Zombie) is called into her son Michael's (Daeg Faerch) school after the principal becomes concerned with Michael's behavior, as well as the discovery of a series of Polaroids of dead animals Michael keeps in his locker. Present at the meeting is Dr. Samuel J. Loomis (Malcolm McDowell), a child psychologist, who informs Deborah that Michael displays the warning signs of a psychopath and urges her to allow him to further assess the boy. Earlier that day, Michael had been bullied in the bathroom over a flyer advertising Deborah's strip club, where she was a dancer. Michael followed one of the bullies into the woods and brutally beat him to death with a tree branch. That night, Michael goes home and murders his mother's boyfriend (William Forsythe), his sister Judith (Hanna R. Hall), and her boyfriend (Adam Weisman). Deborah returns home to find Michael bloodied and sitting on the porch with his baby sister. Michael is convicted of first degree murder and taken to Smith's Grove Sanitarium, where he is placed under the supervision of Dr. Loomis. For the first eleven months, Michael cooperates with Dr. Loomis, claiming no memory of killing anyone. Deborah visits him regularly, where he shows her the papier-mâché Halloween masks he has been constructing in his room and wearing all day. One night, Michael befriends orderly Ismael Cruz (Danny Trejo), an ex-con who teaches Michael to cope with incarceration by internalizing himself. Michael takes the advice literally, entering a state of semi-catatonia. Shortly thereafter, he kills a nurse (Sybil Danning); Deborah Myers, who saw the event, returns home that night and kills herself. For the next fifteen years, Michael (Tyler Mane) continues making his masks and not speaking to anyone. Dr. Loomis, wanting to move on with his life, retires, deeming his former charge a true psychopath and writing a book about his time working with Michael. Michael is scheduled to be transported to maximum security, but breaks free of his chains, murdering all of his guards, and escapes. He finds his way to a truck stop and murders a driver for his clothes. Michael returns to his childhood home and retrieves a kitchen knife and a Halloween mask he stole from his sister's boyfriend from underneath some floorboards.
The story shifts to Laurie Strode (Scout Taylor-Compton), and her friends Annie Brackett (Danielle Harris) and Lynda Van Der Klok (Kristina Klebe) on Halloween. Throughout the day, Laurie witnesses Michael watching her from a distance. That night, she heads to the Doyle residence to watch their son Tommy Doyle, who persistently asks her about the boogeyman. Meanwhile, Lynda meets with her boyfriend Bob (Nick Mennell) at Michael Myers' childhood home, where they drink beer and have sex. After they finish having sex, Michael appears, murders them, and then heads to the Strode home, where he murders Laurie's parents. Having been alerted to Michael's escape, Dr. Loomis comes to Haddonfield looking for Michael. After obtaining a .357 Magnum handgun, Loomis approaches Annie's father, the town sheriff, telling him that Michael has returned home and that people's lives are in danger. Sheriff Brackett (Brad Dourif) and Dr. Loomis head to the Strode home, Brackett explaining along the way that Laurie is actually Michael Myers' baby sister. He was the responding officer the night of Deborah Myers' suicide; not wanting the infant to grow up with the stigma of being related to Michael, he faked her disappearance and left her at a nearby hospital.
Meanwhile, Laurie gets a call from Annie, who is babysitting Lindsey Wallace across the street from the Doyle home; Annie convinces Laurie to watch Lindsey long enough so she can have sex with her boyfriend Paul. Annie and Paul return to the Wallace home; during sex, Michael murders Paul and beats Annie until she is unconscious. Bringing Lindsey home, Laurie finds Annie on the floor, bloodied, and calls 911. She is attacked by Michael, who chases her back to the Doyle home. Sheriff Brackett and Loomis hear the 911 call and head to the Wallace residence. Michael kidnaps Laurie, and takes her back to his home. At the Myers home, Michael approaches Laurie and tries to show her that she is his younger sister. Unable to understand, Laurie grabs Michael's knife and stabs him before escaping the house; Michael chases her, but is repeatedly shot by Dr. Loomis. Loomis and Laurie are just about to leave when Michael grabs Laurie and heads back to the house. Loomis intervenes, but Michael kills him by crushing his skull. Laurie takes Loomis' gun and runs upstairs; she is chased by Michael, who, after cornering her on a balcony, charges her head-on and knocks both of them over the railing. Laurie finds herself on top of a bleeding Michael. Aiming Loomis' gun at his face, she repeatedly pulls the trigger until the gun finally goes off just as Michael's hand grips Laurie's wrist.
This is something truly amazing that happened to me this weekend. Even though it happened during my weekend with Corey, I decided not to make it a "friends-only" entry because it is indeed a story by itself, and I want to share it with all of you.
Ok, I'm going to assume that nobody knows what a carpenter's pencil looks like, so I'll tell you. They're just like a regular pencil, except instead of being round or octagon-shaped, they're long and flat, almost rectangular. Obviously, they're not going to be able to fit in a regular pencil sharpener, so you have to chip away the wood with a knife if you want to sharpen it.
When I was little, I would always go to Grandma's house after school. Of course I eventually had to do my homework, and sometimes I would need to sharpen my pencil. The pencil sharpener was outside in Pa's greenhouse, and I was often scared to go in there because there would be wasps' nests. Usually, Pa (my grandfather) would either take my pencil outside and sharpen it for me, or he would take out his pocketknife and sharpen it like that. One day, instead of sharpening the pencil I had, he handed me a carpenter's pencil and told me to write with that. I thought it was strange at first, but then I ended up liking it. I thought it was just the coolest pencil in the world. Unfortunately, I had to give it back because, well, he was a carpenter and he needed those pencils. =P
He passed away on November 6, 2004, six months after his 90th birthday. I tried to type about how it happened and how I felt, but I just can't. I erased two whole paragraphs. I just can't look at it. I'm already holding back tears as it is. Just know that I loved him, and he was very sick for a long time, and it made me very angry and sad to see him like that.
At his funeral, the flower arrangement had not only flowers but several small tools, as well as a few carpenter's pencils. (I doubt if any of them were actually his, since they looked kinda new. Not that it mattered a whole lot, though.) I was told to take whatever I wanted from the arrangement, and I knew exactly what I wanted. Unfortunately, all the pencils were gone by the time I got up there. Several weeks later, my mother told me that she and Nanny were going out to Pa's barn to clear out the rest of his tools and equipment. She asked me if there was anything I might want from the barn, and I said, "Yes, if you can find any of his old carpenter's pencils, I would like one of those." She and Nanny cleaned out that entire barn, and they didn't find a single pencil.
So now we arrive back at present day, or to be more specific, last Sunday: I was at the Baton Rouge flea market with Corey and everybody else. (If you don't already know, "everybody else" is his parents, his sister and her boyfriend.) He was buying tools that he needed for work, and I was just standing by him at the register as he checked out. While I was idly looking around, my gaze landed on two small cardboard boxes on the table. I glanced at what was inside, and I saw many long rectangular strips, red in one box, white in the other. At first I had no clue what these red and white things could be. They just looked like painted sticks. Then I noticed something in the box of white things that was, well, not white. I looked at it, and I swear I nearly cried.
It was a carpenter's pencil.
I looked again at the things in the boxes, and I realized why I didn't recognize them at first: They were all new and unsharpened, with fresh paint on the outside. All except the one I had in my hand. The red paint was faded and chipped, and the point looked like it had been sharpened with a pocketknife. It looked as though it had been used many times for many years. In fact, the thing looked so old and rugged that I would have sworn it came straight from Pa's barn.
I think I would have wept and jumped for joy if there hadn't been so many people around. I just had to have that pencil. I was fairly certain it wouldn't cost much, but I had spent nearly all my money already, so I started digging for change in my purse. When Corey was done buying his stuff, I held up the pencil and asked the man behind the counter, "How much for this one?" I'm sure he thought I was crazy, but he told me, "That one? You can have it." He certainly didn't have to tell me twice.
There isn't a doubt in my mind that I was meant to find that pencil. Pa was saving it for me. He took it from the barn, kept it with him in Heaven, then came down to Earth and placed it in that box for me to find. Call me crazy if you like, but that's what I truly believe. And you can be damn sure that pencil is never leaving my side. It's in my purse right now, and that's where it will stay.
*wipes the tears from her eyes* Thank you, Pa.
TheFallenAngel
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
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The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
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The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
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The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
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"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
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"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
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The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
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But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
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Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.