You want to put out Christmas crap before Thanksgiving? Fine, fuck you. I’ll put out Hallowe’en stuff til the goddamn 4th of July.
My costume from last night.
Post-Hallowe’en laundry: lights, darks, orange-and-black-with-skulls-on.
Happy Hallowe’en 2013! I had a great time decorating my house. The upper floors are haunted by giant skeletons, and the porch has been visited by the Angel of Death. As you can see, our houseguest did finally manage to get out of bed.
- My Frankenstein Monster makeup frightened a young Dracula.
- I went trick-or-treating! While we were wandering around looking at other houses’ decorations, a small girl handing out candy wanted to pet Pepper. I let her, and then asked if I might have a piece of candy if I said “trick or treat.” She said I could, so I did- just one piece, but IT TOTALLY COUNTS. 35 damn years old and I went trick-or-treating!
- Upon seeing my makeup, a Juggalo (apparently real) asked, “Who cut you man? Who cut you?” I told him “Doctor Frankenstein!” The reply was “Fuck yeah.” My costume and banter are ICP-approved.
Dude! What are you doing still asleep?! Today’s the day, man!
A friend can call me at 9:30 AM and say “Help! I need a costume for a meeting at 11!” And I can be there in half an hour with a wig, a cape, and make-up.
So yeah, I had to grow up. But I got to choose what kind of grown-up I was going to be.
Let’s take a moment to remember the reason for the season: disguising our babies as ghosts and monsters so they can pass undetected while the dead walk the earth on Samhain, and symbolically bribing the dead not to hurt us by giving candy to said sprogs.
Cerberus Peppalike! He’s beautiful!
Jess & I have a friend staying over til Hallowe’en. He might stay as long as the weekend, but might have to go home for Día de los Muertos. His abuela is Mexican & has certain expectations of her niñito.
Made like Martha Stewart on Mama’s dining room table. The local farm is entirely out of pumpkins, so I carved a largish decorative gourd.
The Welsh custom of the church porch holds that if you are brave enough to eavesdrop outside the village church’s windows at midnight on Hallowe’en, you may hear Satan deliver a sermon in which he will name all those who he will drag to Hell in the coming year.
I’m reading Trick or Treat: A History of Halloween, by Lisa Morton. Pages and pages of dry stuff about apples and hazelnuts, and then she just kind of drops an awesome item like this in as an afterthought! What happens if you hear your own name? Does listening to the Devil’s sermon automatically put your name on that list? Would a Satanist outside the window jump up saying, “Me, too! Me, too!”, or would he already be in the congregation?
할로윈날 올리려고했는데 걍 올림.
I love TF2, I love Hallowe’en, I love Heavy/Medic… I love this art.
I do most of my clothes shopping around halloween time
Hear, hear. I just stocked up on a consignment of orange-and-black socks in various patterns.