I could go as Laurie Strode, but then the goatee would have to go

[Great, now most Americans will think there are only 170,000 homeless. While I think the Census Bureau really do try, given their built-in limitations, I almost wish they hadn't bothered.]

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[Halloween AGAIN, and as usual, John and I were frantically rifling thru our closet this morning, trying to put together a costume for him to take to work, and for me to wear if I go tonight to New College's do at Zuni. I'm not sure of what the latter will consist: did our erstwhile assistant dean (who still hasn't come thru with my *%$#@ LSAT-score-based scholarship check, promised back in July) get a wild hair and reserve the small dining room upstairs for the law school, or will the whole school (the wild-haired basketweavers, the mossy alternative elementary education majors, the earnest Irish Studies majors, etc.) all just descend on the bar and mock the yuppies and occasional celebrities who call the place home? All I know is "Halloween Party, 6PM, Zuni" was written on all the dry erase boards in all the classrooms.]

[As last year's entry will remind you, I'm not one of those people who enjoys putting together a Halloween costume. I know lots of people who spend weeks in preparation, but it's just not my...um...idiom, sir. (That last from the newly redone Monty Python and the Holy Grail, picked up last night. Was a little startled, while watching it, when good sport Carol Cleveland as Zoot welcomed Michael Palin's Sir Galahad ("the, er, chaste") to Castle Anthrax. I gave a classically Keanu "Whoa.") The last couple of years, I've relied on Gary, who loves it, to throw something together for me, usually after we're well intoxicated. Well, this year, Gary and I aren't really friends anymore, and I have no plans to go to the Castro (I say that every year, too), so I think the whole thing may not happen.]

[On the other hand, I was one of those people who bought those sailor-esque jeans at the Gap when they were the thing, and John has this fun red-striped, tight-fitting shirt. Maybe I'll go as Boris, the sailor on the cover of the Zig-Zag packet. Dang, now you've got me thinking...I just need a jaunty neckerchief...]

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