surlyclown

So, Halloween/October is my favorite time of year ever. I wish I could have enjoyed it more, what with being all stressed out about one thing or another. I am currently at work on this fine All Hallows Eve, waiting on a script that won't come for untold hours. No trick or treating for me. (Yay, another maudlin, self-pitying post from Surly. "Something good had to happen this month, didn't it?" he asked himself in some bizarre self-reflexive third person.)

"Why yes, funny you should ask," he replied in response... to himself.

Friday, me and my gal went to see the Johnny Vatos Tribute to Oingo Boingo show at the House of Blues on Sunset. I love me the Boingo and to see a great many of those tunes performed by the original band (minus Danny) was totally awesome. I drank, I danced, I sang real loud.


And when it's all been said and done . . .
Better that you had some fun
Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living hell?
So have a toast, and down the cup
And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one . . . . . . .
No one lives forever!! (Hey!)


Words to live by! Dammit!

On Saturday went to a Halloween party. Since there would be people who work in TV there I went as a zombie Aaron Spelling. He smoked a pipe and would you believe finding a (cheap) old man pipe is quite the challenge. Every smoke shop in LA has a billion glass weed pipes, but there's no love for the Ward Cleaver pipe. Go figure. My gal went as Nikki from Videodrome, with fake cigarette burns and everything. While our costumes weren't perfect, we certainly did our darndest to work in as many cool details as we could. I'd put up a picture, but I have to get them from our friend first (see previous post about our deceased camera.)

Sunday, we lit a bunch of candles in all our Halloween-themed holders and watched "Black Sheep." It's a mutant/killer sheep from New Zealand. A fun flick...and now my woman is freaked out every time I 'baa-aaa" near here...so I do it every chance I get.