Monthly Archives: November 2005

Yesterday I was dressed as a hipster zombie (I made a shirt saying “more ironic” for the occasion, but no one seemed to dig it). I think I did too good a job at making the makeup realistic, as for most of the day people thought I was just sick, or had recently donated blood. I had a “bite wound” on my arm, which was really just a sterile gauze soaked with blood (colored corn syrup), and some people (at least the cashier at Tops) thought I had actually been injured. I thought this was simultaneously cool (I did a good job of looking like a “realistic” zombie, which was my goal) and annoying (no one could tell I was even wearing a costume!), but as usual my goals were too conflicted to let me get any satisfaction out of actually completing any of them. Marty made fun of me for taking the whole thing too seriously, but IMHO, that’s the whole point!

Last night we got together and watched Village of the Damned, Children of the Damned, and The Brain that Wouldn’d Die; which is really more of a marathon than it may sound (mostly because each movie was subsequently worse). We also got one trick-or-treater, but as it was the kid who lives across our driveway I don’t know if it really counts…

Every year, I buy a pile of candy just knowing that the one year I don’t will be the year that we get hundreds ot trick-or-treaters. Every year, we don’t get any kids, and are left with a large pile of candy left over at the end of it all. At least this year I was smart and bought a large pile of candy that I’m allergic to/don’t like, so I won’t eat all the leftovers like I usually do.

Afer I dropped Rob off back at home at the end of the evening (nearly 01:00) I opened my car door only to be slimed on the arm by a wet dog nose, which was a rather shocking experience. After climbing back into my skin (figuratively) I called the dog back over and realizing it was quite friendly, started petting it and looking for some tags. Not really knowing what to do, but not wanting to leave the dog alone to be run over by a car or eaten by wolves, and also not wanting to bring it back to my apartment to eat my kitties; I brought it over to Beth and ctl‘s place. Once there we used the increase of light to resume the hunt for tags, and not finding any save the rabies tag we decided to bring the dog outside to see if anyone was looking for it. After walking around for a bit with no luck, ctl went back in to set up Moxie’s extra dog crate, figuring we would call the vet’s number (from the rabies tag) in the morning. Not long after (but possibly because) he went in, we heard someone whistling, and eventually managed to track down the distraught owner and return the dog.

And thus my Halloween adventure ended.