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To quote Arthur Dent, "This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays." Which in no way applies to me, but it's the only pithy quote about Thursday I could think of. In fact, it may be the only quote about Thursdays in existence. If you can think of any other literary or cinematic quotes pertaining to Thursdays, please write it in reverse in lemon juice on a sheet of papyrus, seal it inside a tennis ball, dip it in rooster blood, bury it in your back yard during the first full moon after the equinox, then chant, "I never could get the hang of Thursdays." five times. My agents will be in touch.

After much deliberation over the past six months, Ethan finally picked a Halloween costume. Earlier in the year, it was a werewolf in a suit, which was later changed to a Roman-style warrior a la Gladiator or 300, which evolved into an Egyptian pharaoh. The final decision seems to have been inspired by this bit of Photoshopping, hence his decision to go as a zombie skateboarder. Jacquelyn and I shredded some clothes and doused him in blood. Wanna see?

Here he is in the shower where we smeared him with blood so we didn't get it all over the floor. He's practicing his killer zombie face.

Once he's sufficiently bloody, then comes the deathly corpse-like pallor....

And then some gory facial wounds...

Finally, the zombie sees himself for what he is!

And he is not amused...

Jacquelyn is caught red handed!

Which send the newly zombified Ethan into a killing rage...

But her brains aren't enough, and he turns on his father for more!

Figaro watches the carnage with an air of detached amusement.

Zombie Ethan then takes his skateboard...

Hops on...

And goes trick-or-treating!

Along the way Jacquelyn and Zombie Skater have a nice laugh...

We see many cool pumpkins, like this one...

And scary costumes like this frightening little girl...

And I take my one obligatory picture to prove I was there...

Instead of saying "Trick-or-Treat!" Ethan approached the doors like this and growled, "BBBRRRRAAAAAAAIIIINNNSSSSS!"

Eventually we called it a night. Zombie Ethan was again, not amused...

But in the end, was very happy at his diabetic-coma-inducing haul of candy...

The End.

Wasn't that a nice little pictorial story? I thought so.

Today, I got a hair cut from Stephen at HAIR, stopped at Trader Joe's for some yummy groceries, and bicycled home. It's definitely getting cold enough to make me consider putting the bike away for the season, but it's not quite that bad yet. I just keep forgetting to buy gloves, as my hands are the only unbearably cold part of my bod.

Oh yes, NaNoWriMo starts today. Since Ethan is too young to read my first novel (and he regularly asks when he can) I've decided to write Ethan a novel and I'm going to use NaNoWriMo as impetus to do so. Ethan has asked for a sort of apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic adventure. We'll see how it goes.

I'll leave you here, dear reader, while I eat some Trader Joe's BBQ Chicken Pizza and do some laundry and think of a starting point for an apocalyptic novel. I suppose I should start with an apocalypse, huh? Yet I can't seem to get around the fact that apocalypse is Greek for revelation. What, oh, what, shall I reveal?