A year older than last Halloween.
I’ve spent a great deal of effort putting together a classic 70s punk look for work. For 9 years, I was the only person in my office who dressed up for Halloween. The 10th year, one other person dressed up besides me. Last year, I had cataract surgery the weekend before and hadn’t been released to drive yet, so I did something half-assed from home; there was an actual costume contest and I couldn’t be there. This year, I’m going all in. It won’t be silly or funny, but I’m letting out my inner punk in full form.
If anyone asks who you’re supposed to be, you’re going to have to respond with “You know exactly who I am. Now say my name.”
I will, as usual, be the miserable old git who never gives anything to the kids who are foolhardy enough to knock on my door.
Make sure you have a cane handy to shake at them; it just isn’t the same without it. 
Uncle Pennybags, the Monopoly Man.
My Facebook followers have seen this from a Saturday night party.
The dispensary I shop at will be offering a 15% discount to those in costume!
They had a similar 15% off on the first day of fall for people wearing flannel. I couldn’t find my flannel; so I wore a plaid shirt and claimed it was faux flannel, since I’m vegan and didn’t want baby flans to be killed. It worked!
cold
it’s going to be very cold here for Halloween.
I don’t dress up to take the Vaderling out trick or treating.
I’m putting on cat ears and cheap acrylic heels and going out as a basic bitch.
I’m going to dress up as a guy wearing a skeleton bones t-shirt.
Not me, but 14 y/o is making a costume from the show “The Magicians.”
The Beast with moths all around his head. It’s turning out really awesome. We have cut out over 100 moths…
My tree costume is finished, but I have to assemble myself (a “crown” of branches for my head, gloves with branches, a water bag around one leg) at the location of the party this evening. The tree branches are derived from my peppermint willow tree, so not only will I look good, I will smell good.
While the store can tell us “No Halloween costumes” they couldn’t stop me from wearing an organ T-shirt, black pants, orange socks and black shoes, with a black sweater, orange hoodie, and black hat that I will take off when I get there. (Also orange panties and black bra, but nobody will see them).
In 2008 I posted this:
This year, it’s happening again, just a few days AFTER Halloween. Total knee replacement.
Good luck with that. Apparently I can’t get my knee replaced until I suffer more. It’s some kind of medical thing where the replacement won’t take unless every step I take is painful for several more years.
Anyway, I’ll be a gorilla for Halloween…again. I bought that gorilla head years ago and Halloween is the only chance I get to use it.
Most years, I go for frightening, ghoulish, or just plain strange…
…although I have done glamour drag more than once…
…and *funny *(if your sense of humor is as dark, and as flexible, as mine is)…
…or some combination of some value of the above…
…but this year my partner and me are going to be kitty-cats. Him an orange and black striped tabby cat, and me a black and white tuxedo cat (in my lycra spandex velcrow tuxedo) We’ve got make-up and tails and ears and everything!
For work, I’m Charlie Brown since our department is doing Peanuts characters.
When handing out candy tonight, I’m Mario.
I’ll be a scruffy, doddering old man with ‘70’s era clothes, a “dad” hat, funky odor and beer belly.
…oh, wait, that’s my everyday attire.
For Halloween, I’m going as My Little Pony, Pinkie Pie.
Yeah, my everyday crone face and black clothes seem scary enough to little kids.
Nice! Some folks in our department did the Scooby gang. The hilarious thing was that “Fred” with his big blonde wig could change his costume and become “The President of the United States” just by changing the expression on his face. 