well, fudge

[phosfate]

Had all of two trick-or-treaters. One was tiny boy from next door, dressed in full-body Satan costume and perfectly adorable. He got the Batman action figure:

Tiny Boy: What's he say?
His Mom: I don't know.
Ann: He says, Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na, Batman!
Tiny Boy: [stares]

The other was a Grim Reaper, with latex mask and improvised garbage-bag cloak. He wasn't much for small talk. "Thag you. I gan't breathe."

So by 7:00 I got all depressed and went to the bookstore and the video store. The Christmas shit is out at the bookstore, and looks dire. Video store had the new Phoenix anime, which went tapockata tapockata in my machine, so I watched part of Hot Fuzz in French instead. L'Inspecteur Frank Butterman, he aime le Far-West, yup. My French is really sad.

So now I've got a giant basket of chocolate and Happy Meal toys, and a video I have to return.

Comments

[twigcollins.livejournal.com]

Psychopaths were all the rage in our neighborhood, but only on the tiniest of tinies. It's hard to be afraid of a small 'Scream' reaper or Jason from 'Friday the 13'th' when they barely come up to your knee.

[thistlethorn.livejournal.com]

It's thinking like that that gets you MURDERED FOR GOD'S SAKE RUN!

[beccavox.livejournal.com]

I hid in the dark in my house so I didn't have to face any small costumed 'rug munchers' on the 31st. Bless you for trying to spread the candy love.

My French is way sad, but I could translate the poster for "Robots" when I visited Paris. "Come and see the funny red robot"...no thank you, I said (in a really bad French accent to myself).

But now I want 'He aime le Far-West" on a t-shirt.