Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

November begins in, oh, twenty minutes or so. If All Hallow's Eve merits a post, then most certainly the month of November does.

Its always been my favourite month of the year. Not quite the end, almost near January. Some months away from my birthday, and so the resolutions Ive concocted. Yet, some months away from my birthday again, so Ive time to find excuses, find time and perhaps, even find a resolve for the resolute decisions made.

November shall witness a number of things.. first the beginning of NaNoWriMo. A month long novel writing challenge. Binks is partaking in this, as is the lovely Abbi. It shall be interesting to see what each person creates.

Ive come up with an idea. Well, two actually. One would follow Alice. It promises to be serious and lofty and vague. Hmm. The second is about a timetraveller. Well two actually and it seems that the story will grow and grow and grow.. kind of like James' giant peach. Im not sure how it will end or where it will go, but I think this might be the one I go onto write. Hmm. We'll see in a few hours when the challenge is officially taken on.

November shall see the farewell of various friends as they leave on trips overseas or interstate. Before long agent152 and I shall be leaving too. Ecstatic! There are still hotels and trains to be booked. This shall follow this week.

I have a whole list of friends to meet up with through November, atleast once. Making a conscious effort to be more energetic too. Xypher has been neglected.

The Dotters! My favourite siblings have been all but MIA lately, and the remedy for this shall begin Monday. Tomorrow, the 1st of November sees a dinner at the lovely Binks' residence. Boardgame fun shall ensue and ofcourse the mirth that we create - amid chaos- each time Binks, 56 and 99 collide.

It is a collision. Three extraordinary personalities in one room is cause for firework level glee. Add the glory of Gus to this and we have a group fit to take over the better half of the world. Not that planning has commenced or any such..

See. November brings the promise of friends, fraternising, flowers, freshness and freedom from future fuss.

The, the fish in the bowl, in The Cat in the Hat. He was always saying that the cat shouldn't be there while the mother was out.

Wash, spin, rinse. Repeat.

"When will they stop? The voices have now become loud and and fused. Its hard to hear individuals, are there any singularities? No. They are all repeated. Appropriated from one another, stolen from her mind, his book, this film and those songs.
Originality has died, yet again.
Only to be ressurected tomorrow, and destroyed once, twice. And repeat."

Its become a cycle now. Tradition even. I take on some of you, you take on some of him, he takes on some of her and she steals much of it from me.
My head hurts. The cycle continues. There is far too much of a lack of individuality in this smallishly connected world.

So go on, be some more of me and I'll be some more of him and he'll..

Unimaginatively, yours.

I love it when people say "wow, thats unique."

That's so inidividualcrazymindblowingnewandfreshawesomelyyou and different are also favourites. How much of this new, really has never been done before? Green, the deep emerald and Irish green have become seasonal colours this year. Is it the first time? Or are we revisiting some years ago?

Blue. The edgy and vibrant blue, not quite royal, not quite navy, in between with a tinge of metal.

I like the blue.

Though I suspect, this time next year there shall lamenting going on when I have an overdraft of the same blue in different dress formations.

Last year it was black. Somehow Ive come to own between 20 and 25 dresses in the deepest of blacks. No, some of these cannot be mistaken for navy. There is a whole section dedicated to navy too. And don't get me started on the red/black combo.

There is a point to this, I can just see your eyes rolling..

Why do we buy the latest and greatest of fashion labels? Ive made a consistent effort this year to not just buy what is in' or new. Its hard, but somewhat do-able. Which leads me to today's wonder: why can't others just come up with their own-ness?

Its a tad driving-me-round-the-bend ish at this point. Its all well and good to claim individuality, but if your unique factor comes from me [or someone else], Im afraid its making us two of a kind. Much like cliches, overused and largely abused does not make for a great line.

Be different, be [or wear] what works for you.

Whatever. Lets open those doors and windows, and allow some ingenuity to seep in. Something that is all you and none of me.

Today's muddle: when does a human child become adult? And how does one stop this process-