Happy Halloween, biz-nich-izzles! Photo by Karolina Grabowska from Pexels It's May. It's spring! It's time to celebrate Lemuralia! Wut? Is that a kind of lemur party? Well, no, not quite. Before the Catholic Christians messed around with the dates- as they always seemed to do- the month of May was the time when some ancient Europeans would turn their thoughts to lemures or the dead- the scary, unhappy dead. And how to make sure they weren't a bother to the living. Romans, in particular, held observance for lemures on May 9th, 11th, and 13th. May 11th just happens to be my birthday and it's an "unlucky" day according to the Romans. Which would explain so much about me? They warn against people getting married in May, but what of those born in the month? Are we screwed? For me, yes. I've been sufficiently, quietly screwed right over in so many ways through the years. Given the list of things that are wrong with my existence, I'm not exact