My most successful, to date, has been my priest outfit: i just put on black collared shirt and pants, turned the collar inside out, and made a clerical collar out of a toilet paper roll. I had people ‘confessing their sins’ all night.
Probably my best was wearing my Dad’s AirForce uniform and I carried a blue notebook and asked people if they ever saw a UFO and if they had I told them it was swamp gas.
Yes, I went as project Blue Book.
My favorite is my wife’s SuperGirl costume, no I will/can not post the pictures.
Could be. I think I may peacebind (is that the word?) mine, no matter what I dress as, because I don’t entirely trust the people I think we’ll be hanging around with not to go after it. It’s not sharp, but it is actual metal – it could be sharpened if I felt like it, I guess, but why? – and could do some damage.
My boyfriend suggested I go as the chick from Cave Dwellers. He chickened when I pointed out he’d have to be Ator, though. I suppose he could be the Really Dull Old Guy, but I don’t want my boyfriend pretending to be my father. Ewwwwwwwwww. And I would have no idea how to go about creating the helmet or he could be the bad guy with the fabulous helmet. Still, I love the idea of doing what’s-her-name and Ator. I will have to convince him some more, I think!
I LOVE the Sea Monkey and the Manos costumes!!
I have two favorites. But no pictures, sorry.
Once I wore a black catsuit. I had gotten four different colored ribbons, cut them into segments, connected them into two long multi-colored ribbons, and wound them around my body–a ribbon spiraled around each arm and leg and double-helixed around my trunk. Yes, I was a gene fragment. To make it extra clever, you need to know that my first name is Jean.
The next year I went as a rather short Darth Vader. My friend had just gotten a real Vader head mask, I had a great black cape, and we put together a little board with switches and LEDs that glowed. Then, being quite geeky, we carefully painted little Hebrew characters under the switches in white. I then got DangerDad, my fiance at the time, to wear a white robe, a stuffed bra, lipstick and a Leia wig. He swore never to do that again.
I have a costume I wear every year for handing out goodies to trick-or-treaters. Originally inspired by the Jawas in Star Wars, it’s a gorilla mask painted flat black with a tiny red LED light set into each eyebrow, worn with all-black clothing and a black cloak with a deep hood stiffened to place my face in deep shadow. And of course, with no lights at the door, so I am just a dark black figure with glowing red eyes.
I have had young kids and teenagers refuse to come up to my door after seeing my costume . My best result was the group of teenage girls whom I could hear discussing “the cool costume the guy at this house wears” as they came up the driveway, but who then stood at the end of the walk for several minutes unsucessfully trying to talk each other into going the rest of the way to the door after they saw me.
I went as a birthday party once. Found a big cardboard square, put a tablecloth on it, taped down kids party favors (plates, cups, plasticware, party hats, etc), cut a hole in the middle, and fashioned a birthday cake out of cardboard and tissue paper. I was able to put my head through the hole, and cover my head with the “cake”.
Not really easy to move around in, but it was fairly cheap.
Many years ago, I came as Wyoming. Pretty simple costume - I started with a large plain cardboard box (which, being plain brown and rectangular already looked a lot like Wyoming), and cut out the requisite holes so that I could wear it. Then I found an Official Wyoming State Map, cut off the key, etc., so that just the map itself remained, and laminated it onto the front of the box with clear Contact paper. The punch line was that I then punched a small hole through the front of the box/map right where Old faithful Geyser is. I kept a plant sprayer inside the box, and every 60 mintutes or so the map would “erupt” and spray the other people at the Halloween party.
The other one was very simple. The party was at a friend’s house which had a hot tub. I shredded a couple of heavy-duty trash bags (the kind which were black on the inside and deep green on the outside) and applied them liberally about my person and over my head. At the party, I climbed into the hot tub, whereupon the trash bag stuff sort of floated to the surface… I was a giant kelp. And I was about the only person who could use the hot tub - everyone else had makeup etc. on.
As a kid, I was a US postal mail box for a few years, which probably got this whole thing started…
When I was in the Marines my girlfriend sewed two penguin outfits, with full head-covering masks and beaks and everything. Pillows for “heft”. We crashed a flying squadron’s Costume Party at the Officer’s Club. But everyone knows penguins can’t talk, so we just made odd squawking noises. All night people were trying to guess who we were, but we’d just squawk. We won the prize for the Best Couples’ Costume (a bottle of champagne). We never revealed our identity, never said anything, and left without anyone knowing we were not invited to the party in the first place!
I would have paid good money to hear the guesswork the next work day, as they eliminated everyone one by one, and figured out we had crashed.
I kinda liked the one I wore last year. A little white face makeup and some dark circles under the eyes to give me a proper corpsified look, with two of those latex bullethole prothesis on my forehead. Then I took a gummi worm, cut it in two, and spirit gummed each half into the middle of the bulletholes, so it looked like I had worms coming out of my head.
Plucking off a worm and eating it in front of people was the best part.
Sorry, I don’t have any pictures, but in 2000 I dressed up as Clinton. I had a tie, a nice shirt, and a suit jacket, a Clinton mask, and boxers. And also a cigar. If the kids came to the porch with their parents I reminded the parental units to “go vote next Tuesday.”
Some of them said “Thank you Mr. President” when I gave them candy, but some didn’t know who I was supposed to be. One kid thought I was Nixon and another couple of kids argued over whether I was George Bush or Al Gore. Then there was a kid who thought my costume was the second scariest he’d seen all night. I didn’t ask what the first scariest was.
Last year I went as Marilyn Manson. I wore all black and had white makeup with blue around my eyes. It was pretty pretty awesome. I don’t know what to be this year.
You can’t see it on that picture, but the cursor in the costume is positioned over the ‘end task’ button. When you piece thaqt together with ‘sober.exe’ being highlighted, it becomes even funnier.
There’s a few images in this folder. First one is my roommate Ian dressing up as Strong Bad (you know who that is, right?) The second is of me, the third is my friend and soon-to-be-rooommate putting the finishing touches on Ian, and the last couple are Mel and I as a couple of punks. Maybe shooting them in the bathroom wasn’t that smart … oh well.