How are you spending Halloween?

they could conceivably have been playing World Series Game 7 tonight.

All good! Especially the first one:

What do you have in store for the evening? Some fun I hope.

I am no longer interested in participating in your lame attempts to shoehorn national politics into local interest entries. Until you can prove to me that you can ask a question or respond to something without somehow introducing national politics into the equation, I'm done giving you an audience.

That's probably where a lot of other regulars are too once they saw that obnoxious huge Obama pumpkin at the head of this post.

Happily, my dad got me a new sewing machine for my birthday.

Now I'm hanging out handing out candy and trying to organize a neighborhood drinking spree for Tuesday night.

I moved to the burbs a while ago. I was surprised by the number of young kids trick-or-treating. They started early, like around 4 and kept coming until 9. After that, it was high school kids, some without costumes who came periodically for a few hours. It's surgical strike all the way. There's lots of candy out there to be had.

I was driving through JP at 11:30 and so some revelers dressed in costumes and riding around on bikes. It looked like fun. Where did you ride?

We didn't even run out of candy like we usually do, but, er, um, maybe that's because I tried to eat fewer 100 Grand fun-size bars before kids started showing up, hmm?

I was suprised by how many kids were wearing Adam West-style Batman outfits - you know, the silver ones, as opposed to the more recent all black ones. Maybe they're safer on a dark street or something. Best costume, though, was probably the Spider-Man outfit on a dog we saw.

What was really noticeable was the paucity of teenagers - we usually get a ton of them around 9, all with 'tudes and just shoving their bags out and only grudgingly saying "trick or treat" when Nancy refuses to give them anything until they do, but this year? Hardly any.

Oh, and for the first time in my life, I was egged. Fortunately, the kidlet and I were in the car when it happened yesterday evening. We were driving by Washington-Beech when WHUMP, sounded like a big rock hit the car. Fortunately, the punk was either incredibly short or had bad aim (or both), because it hit the lower side of the front passenger door instead of a window. Unfortunately, Scrub-a-Dub today didn't completely remove its remains, sigh.