My last Hallowe'en

As Program Coordinator for GNYM (my friendly neighborhood chowder and marching society) and so the last time I will have to DJ (among other things) the costume party, which was such a drag last year that everyone had left by 10 -- of course that was on the 31st, not the 30th. I called the club manager this morning and had him lay sound on, so I will not need to schlep my boombox. And I will have enough CDs that if people bitch about what is on I can move to something completely different. As long as I get to play I Put a Spell on You (Atlas) and Baldhead Rasta Man (Nelson). And at least part of the score for Zombie Holocaust.

I wore my gasmask around the living room for about a half an hour, and it is more comfortable than the latex prosthesis I wore last year, and goes with the coat I always wear if I put the hood up, and the black chemical gloves are a nice (and cheap) touch. For those of you who didn't see it, here it is:

I shall of course attempt to get photos of the full fig.

Cheers, all.

Oh, and perhaps one last Coffin Girl:
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Boo!