It’s not often my mind is BLOWN by something I’m working on Office Job. Today was an especially awesome exception.
I hope I’ve made it perfectly clear how much I love old-timey spooky stuff. I was editing a list of addresses for our mailer today when I found the following address mixed into the bunch:
### Ichabod Lane
WTF ICHABOD LANE?! So I looked it up and SLEEPY HOLLOW EXISTS, PEOPLE (in New York). Let your imaginations run wild.
I loved this story as a kid. And poor Ichabod! We all watched the disney cartoon version, but I wanted something darker out of this story, something sinister and inescapable. The Headless Horseman has some pretty neat origins in old folktales, and is the best kind of bad guy: inexplicable, invulnerable, inconceivable. There’s no explaining how he can exist, there’s no killing him, and there’s no understanding him. He just is and always will be, a specter watching every bridge, an untraceable, unstoppable, bloodthirsty ghost.
Like I said, he’s the best. I also completely love Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow. I may have to watch it when I get home tonight.
Initiate countdown for when I visit Sleepy Hollow, NY!