The Stars and the Cookie Jar

...the ghosts keep showing up. Seriously, one picture in every five that I take in a cemetery has glowy ball things in it. Gran brought them to the coven. My aunts are having a spaz. And these are with separate disposable cameras, of different brands: a Fuji developed at Wal-Mart, and a Kodak developed at Target. The rest of the pictures on the roll? Spiff. Well, except for the gods-damned blue heron who kind of blended in with the ocean in the picture even though I could see him with my naked eye just fine.

Blergh, ghosties.

I have not done any ghost-eating while I've been here; refreshing change! Due to Kraada, mostly, and his excellent work of nearly a year ago now.

Posting real stuff soon.