As I noted in my last post, it is the Halloween season. The Halloween season always makes me feel that something cool should happen, and of course it never does, and every year it prompts me to blog. (You can click on the Halloween tag at the bottom of this post to find my old Halloween entries. Indeed, I should probably click on the Halloween tag to see what I've written in past years.)
Among other things, Halloween make me wish for something scary—not Ebola-scary, but scary in a fun, fantastical way. Things like that don't happen in our limited world, but I like to think that, in a world of limitless possibilities, a hobgoblin named Trevor could show up at my door.
It would go something like this:
Trevor: Hi, my name is Trevor, and I'll be your hobgoblin for the evening.
Me: Huh? What does that mean?
Trevor: Basically, I am a hobgoblin, and later on tonight I'll be haunting you.
Me: Really? So how is this going to work?
Trevor: I think that we'll be going with the standard package. You'll enter the cemetery late at night in an attempt to uncover an ancient secret, then at some point I will surprise you and chase you out of the cemetery and across the darkened landscape, until you evade me by crossing a stream, taking advantage of the well-known fact that supernatural beings can't cross running water. And it will all be over in time for you to be home safe in bed by midnight.
Me: Could we maybe have me home safe by 11:35? I'd like to catch Kimmel's monologue.
Trevor: Yes, we could arrange that, but you should keep in mind that Kimmel normally shows a rerun on Friday nights.
Me: Yeah, that's true, but he said on his show Wednesday night that he'll be doing a new episode for Halloween.
Trevor: Well, okay then, that's good to know.
Me: So is that all there is to it?
Trevor: We could do the expanded package, which contains an ironic twist in which, as you try to make your escape from me by the crossing the stream, you're attacked by a swamp monster in a nearby mire. That would require more time and effort, though, and I'll need eight hours advanced notice in order to schedule the swamp monster.
Me: Okay, let's just stick with the regular package.
Trevor: Very well then, I look forward to seeing you tonight.
Me: Before you go, I have a question—if you can't cross running water, how were you able to get here today? Didn't you have to go over some streams?
Trevor: We have our ways, sir.
And then Trevor would be on his way to prepare for the night's events. And even though I would have thought about it, I wouldn't have asked him what the difference is between a goblin and a hobgoblin, because maybe that would be a sensitive subject which he wouldn't want to discuss.