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SWEET!! [files away website for Hallows 2008]
Enough of this bullshit about “goblins”. Nobody dresses as a goblin on halloween. It’s not even a clearly defined mythical character.
From another thread:
My Fiancee and I are Princess Peach and Mario.
I’m guessing you’re too young to remember that McDonald’s Fry Guys used to be called something else?
Once the local hoodlums are gone, I’ll once again place assorted offerings at each entrance to the house in the hope that the dead-who-walk-at-midnight will be content. All night I will sit, with a blade of consecrated meteorite and a forked staff from the Rowan tree.
Thus far my efforts have been successful, but fear I that one Samhain eve before my sons reach an age to join the vigil, I will falter.
Nay! It must not be so. For now there is a weapon that my ancient druidic brethren dared not dream. Red Bull will see me through another night, and the dead will again slumber…
And I’m dressing up as the Big Bad Wolf.
Me this year. Long sleeved black shirt. Black pants.
I am the darkness
Here I am. I didn’t expect it, but the look actually works for me!
I hereby renounce the title of world’s most overachieving Halloween fanatic and bestow it upon its rightful owner.
::crowns WhyNot and presents scepter:: 
Seriously, that’s some impressive work you’re doing. How did everything turn out?
I’m wearing a variant of my clown costume.
Black and white striped shirt, leggings, and loincloth.
Black cummerbund.
One white dress glove and one black one.
One black sneaker and one white one.
A stovepipe hat and tailcoat in a pattern of green, blue, brown, and maroon.
A black wooden cane with brass diamonds.
This is depressing. So far, I’ve only had 2 trick-or-treaters. What am I going to do with all these candy bars?
On the plus side, people at work all told me that my costume was cute. Even after I smeared my whiskers all up.
Dexter and I would be delighted to share a scotch with you and Ralf at Halloween or any other time. All he asks is that Ralf promise not to eat him! He even promises to share some meat, and for a rat, that’s a major sacrifice.
The forecasters threatened the same thing here, but I turned the weather around by sheer force of will.
Umm…
since when are the lawn decorations for the benefit of the trick or treaters? 
Those very decorations are known to inspire threads! You never know when some doper will wander past your house, snap a photo, and post the handiwork on an message board someplace.
Don’t get me wrong - I’m ALL in favor of the trick or treaters enjoying the spectacle. I just don’t think their presenceshould be required to stage the spectacle. My insanely elaborate displays are for my benefit, and I’d put them on even if there were no one else to watch. Admiration from passersby is a bonus, not a necessity.
Oh, sure, NOW I get a crown, after I already made one of my own!
Everything was awesome. Caileigh made the cutest Dorothy ever. No, really, I heard it over and over again, “Oh my gosh! That is the cutest Dorothy ever!” And I (Glinda the Good Witch of the North) got asked to pose for a number of pictures with strangers and the teenager cracked a smile when he saw himself in the mirror.
Pictures shall be forthcoming as soon as my friend who took them puts them up on his site, probably tomorrow or the next day.
After trick-or-treating we had a great dinner and then a short, sweet and simple Samhain observance to honor the dead and the ancestors (who are often, but not always, the same, as we discussed.)
I went with my 9 year-old. We did pretty good- lots of good candy. Plus nobody came to my house before we left or after we got back, so we have our candy, too.
There was a moment, when he had walked up to a door and said, “Trick or treat!” in that sweet, hopeful voice, when I teared up. The bittersweetness of them growing up and the thought that in the blink of an eye he’ll be grown- it all just hit me in that moment. Jeez… I’m weird.
I went as “Guy who didn’t put on a costume and is now claiming that he’s dressed as someone who didn’t put on a costume.”
Because no holiday is complete without recursion.
I went to two Halloween parties this weekend, both in my drag Playboy Bunny costume. The Friday one was at a local bar hosting a tribute band, and I ended up winning $50 bucks at the costume contest. People’s reactions were half eyeing me warily and half congradulating my costume. (Now I know why women hate high heels; my legs were sore all night long.) Halloween itself was a total bore. Nobody visited my apartment. Fortunately, I only had ten candy bars to give out anyway.
I’m late, I know - but I figure I can’t be the only person denying that Halloween is over, right?
Hopelessly inadequate pictures of my yard display
The Madwoman of Dez (best picture I managed, even if you can’t see Dexter or the bunny slippers).
Selkie, that’s outstanding! The kids in your neighborhood (and the surrounding ones who are driven in) will remember your place forever.
I hope all those props don’t take up too much valuable storage space.