This shit would be a piece of pumpkin pie if that most beloved of holidays wasn't so far away & why don't we get a day off for Samhain dammit for what does this nation celebrate more than death, either little, bloody, or both?
Given a)the inherent difficulty of capturing grumbling on film, & b)the fact that neither of us are orange, here's the spookiest bit I could come up with.
That's kind of orange. My eyesight sucks. You tell me.
The mug is dead, long live the m -- that's not a mug.
That's a mug. But it's not orange. Fuck off.
Tomorrow, bokeh, Danno.