no, it's not scary

I thought this was my lucky Halloween year. Now that Courtney Love is a total psycho mess AND fat, I'm in business. But I could not be bothered to get a wig.

I don't even like Halloween, but I always feel like a party pooper for not wanting to dress up. Without the wig, what could I be? "Nothing" would be my usual answer, but this year the bar next door was having its annual party, which was doubling as its final stand.

Yes, it's closed now. For good. Crazy, right?

Anyway, I went as The Party's Over, which was basically me in my superfine outfit from last weekend, eye makeup down my face, shoes in hand, confetti in hair, one earring missing, etc. Very subtle, perhaps, but very appropriate, nonetheless. Courtney Love would have been fun though. Ah well.

For your Halloween pleasure, you can revisit the greatness of last year's pumpkin. And, why not read James St. James' tale of terror? The magic bonus is that Colorado gets called out as the seat of all evil. Awesome.

PS OoOOOhhhhhHHHhhhh! Now that is scary.

So's this.

Now imagine them dancing together. Sorry, that's just too scary.