Happy Halloween! What’s your costume?
I have tons to post, but tons to deliver elsewhere. I’m incredibly busy at work and in my personal life. Read below for a bit more about the work stuff. As for personal stuff, on the agenda for today: bottle my first batch of home-brewed beer with Mr. Holt, give my incredibly stinky dog a bath, and somehow fit in a ten hour day of work. Looks like another working Sunday coming my way.
I may be a relatively light poster in the coming weeks, although I’m sure that my tens of readers will not miss me. Reasons for the radio silence include the fact that Chris and I have a site or two that we are hoping to get finished and launched and, as mentioned above, crushing workload at the office. I did something stupid on Wednesday. Having absolutely kicked total ass on one of my projects, and also having downed a shot of espresso after my Prosciutto di Parma panino, I was so geeked-up that I told my other project that I’d have their work done in record time.
As for Trick or Treaters this year, I’m sure we’ll have more than any previous year, as my neighborhood has “come along” quite a bit. I even see hipsters that have gone past trucker caps around here. But that’s a different topic. The topic here is Trick or Treat. One thing about my neighborhood is that we get a lot of trick or treaters of the type with black hooded sweatshirts as their costumes. While I used to think this was lame, I’m starting to have sympathy. I mean, it’s hard coming up with a costume, and candy is good. We’ve all been there. Plus, lets just say that some of these kids’ families may not be able to afford costumes, so I’m not going to follow the theory that we should punish with nutrition: giving candy to the kids in costumes and raisins to those not in costume. I’m giving out good candy, too, not this ghetto Walmart shit from China.
Yesterday, one of the coolest things that has ever happened to me happened to me. I can’t even write about it, because it was so cool and I’m so incapable as a writer that I couldn’t even convey the coolness of just how cool it was. It was just, like, so cool.
So for you, links:
- beetleblue—soulful illustration and animations that you just gotta dig
- Thomas Friedman: Bush’s radically liberal war in Iraq is no Vietnam
- Michael J. Totten
- The Rise and Fall of Modernism in Portland- Totten is quickly becoming one of my favorite reads, and his take on new urbanism is right-on with one exception: while he has neither hatred nor fondness for big pink, I love it. One of the best quotes from this article (which is a quote from another source) paraphrased as such: Thankfully, the 20th Century is Over. We don’t have to be modern anymore. - Footnotes to History—failed nations (sent to me via The Mize)
- David Cross Reviews The Latest Video Games. BTW, here’s a picture of me with that very man and she of the domination, Michelle DuBois of Luigi
And finally, happy birthday to the King Ad Whammy and my main man, Elliott.
5 responses so far ↓
1 tone // Oct 31, 2003 at 6:32 pm
I plead guilty to giving out crappy candy this year. We hit the dollar store at lunch.
Last year, we got a lot of trick-or-treaters, and not one single kid was less than 14 or had anything but the hooded sweatshirt for a costme and pillowcase for a candybag. Sad.
My mom rocks. She still dresses up like a witch and scares the hell out of kids.
2 Tikihead // Oct 31, 2003 at 8:22 pm
Mostly, tonight Kath and I have seen some good attempts, though we have had our share of teen moms pushing strollers and asking for “candy for baby.” And, we have been giving out the good stuff; candy bars, M&Ms, Spree and Twizzlers, though I think they are like plastic. We signed up to be a neighborhood “safe house.” One happy customer remarked, “these safe houses have the good stuff” but I don’t know if he meant the candy or all the dry ice fog.
3 Chris // Nov 1, 2003 at 11:44 am
OMG… I had trick-or-treater overload this year! AND I RAN OUT OF CANDY. It was embarrasing, we had to move the party out back to the deck and turn off all the lights. Even with that, there were STILL kids coming up and banging on my door. I think they can smell fear.
I guess I shouldn’t be having a beer when handing out candy, makes you a little more liberal with the portions!
On the bright side, I won’t have any candy lingering around the house to tempt me.
4 Rachel // Nov 3, 2003 at 10:21 am
Re: the raisins as punishment. I feel like I must defend my position here since you’ve all about quoted me. 1st – raisins are nature’s candy…no, scratch that. Really, though, with a little imagination many of these kids could come up with a costume (especially the 16 year olds!). For example, I asked one little girl what she was dressed up and and her reply, “I’m a grown woman” and upon further inspection, she was indeed a grown woman, complete with lipstick, hat, gloves, etc. Another seemingly costume-less child was dressed in a golf polo and declared he was tiger woods. It doesn’t take much. It’s Halloween, for crying out loud. Not beg for candy day. Of course, I never actually was able to pass out the raisins so we now have like 50 boxes of little raisins to eat but my point remains the same, these kids should dress up, damn it, poor or not!
5 Elliott // Nov 3, 2003 at 1:12 pm
Thanks for the props.
We built a steam engine out of cardboard and hot glue and a wagon and towed Harvey around the square in Paso Robles, where downtown businesses sponsor a haloween event. He wanted to go back yesterday.
We were giving out candy in Portland one year, and the kids had to go by a sliding glass door to get to the front door. My friend Jacob, who dressed as a scary black-clad freak with a medical oxygen tank and a lead pipe, and didn’t say a word to anyone until midnight, would sneak out the sliding glass door and try to scare people on the way back out. Some kids didn’t see him at all, some pointed and laughed, but the teenager who tried to hit us up for beer (yeah, right, have a Mirror Pond Pale Ale… maybe next year), who was trying to make a stylish exit, was visibly frightened. That was funny.
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