i {heart} radiskull & devil doll ...
if you haven't seen radiskull & devil doll, maybe you should check it out ...
i am also a big miss muffy fan. but this one makes me giggle madly for entirely different reasons. plus, i think devil doll is such a cutie.
i think i'd like a devil doll for christmas ...
i have discovered she likes dancing around to timebomb by rancid.
i guess i need to start working on some nine inch nails, next... hee hee.
i absolutely adore hallowe'en. i have very fond memories from my childhood of trick or treating and parties and haunted houses and hayrides. it is my favorite holiday, tied with christmas.
i am also a resolute and totally unapologetic hallowe'en purist in many ways. i have carved pumpkins every year, save for only a few. and, for the very first time this year, i carved something other than the standard happy jack o' lantern face. this was quite a step for me, i must say.
my mother always made our costumes. she worked really hard on them to make them the best they could be. she even made my costume my senior year in high school, adapting a child's costume to fit a much larger me. so that i could be what i wanted to be that year -- a dinosaur.
i believe, from my own experience, there is something completely magical that happens to small children on hallowe'en night. it is the one night you can believe anything, or be anything. and, just hearing the fallen leaves quietly crunching underfoot can make you nervous, or lead you to believe you really heard something else.
with all of that being said, i had a very bad night last night. and i'm angry that hallowe'en didn't go at all how i'd hoped.
i did buy candy. i was prepared. i've had hallowe'en decorations up since mid-september or so. we even stayed up late the other night to carve our pumpkins and make sure they were out by the front door.
savannah ate dinner a little later yesterday, and i talked to my parents on the phone at about 5:30ish, because they were eating dinner earlier and were going to be prepared for trick-or-treaters at 6pm or so. i also spoke to wallace briefly, to try to ascertain when he might possibly be home from work.
as savannah and i were finishing up her dinner, there was a knock at the door. i wasn't completely ready, and it wasn't even dark yet (breaking one of the unwritten rules i have about appropriate times for trick-or-treating.) but i gave them candy anyway. it was quiet for about 15-20 minutes, and then the onslaught began.
i had put savannah's little piggy costume on her, in the meantime, and i prepared to hang out with her and answer the door.
now, i understand that hallowe'en is different here in a large metropolitan city. i've only really had experience with hallowe'en in rural pennsylvania, so a good part of this is new to me. but i try to be adaptable, and flexible. is it like this in other metropolitan areas? if you know, please tell me, so i don't feel like i'm being such a bitch.
i spent the time between 6pm and 7pm getting angry. and, i went on to cringe and grit my teeth before answering the door between 7pm and 7:45pm when wallace finally showed up. and, after he got home, i shared my dismay with him, and refused to answer the door anymore.
what was the problem, you ask?
i would say that 75-80% of the kids who showed up weren't even fucking dressed up. and, i would also say that 35-40% of them were too fucking old to be trick-or-treating. i got really pissed off, in a very short period of time.
i wholeheartedly believe there are rules to trick-or-treating, and these are mine. or at least, these are things not to do, if you want to come knocking on my door on hallowe'en night:
>> wear some kind of costume. the plastic and rubber ones from k-mart are fine as long as you show me you are trying. a mask, all by itself does not count, especially if you are wearing it back on the top of your friggin' head. i understand that some costumes can be expensive, but you can also make your own. but, you have to try. there isn't a lot of work involved in getting candy, but you don't automatically deserve it because you show up on my doorstep on 31 october, either.
>> if you are taller than i am when i open the door (i'm 5'4" or so) you most certainly should not be there. and i have no candy i want to share with you. get a job, and go buy your own.
>> if you are too cool or too damned lazy to say trick-or-treat when i answer the door, you don't deserve shit. not even the really horrid crap candy that my husband brought home from his office hallowe'en party.
>> if you are not able to get some kind of candy container to carry around, like those plastic pumpkins or the hallowe'en decorated bags from the grocery store, you should not be trick-or-treating. containers absolutely not allowed : old nasty pillowcases, backpacks or luggage of any kind.
>> if you are not old enough to say trick-or-treat, it is my personal belief that you are too young to be eating any of this candy anyway. so, if you're out, it is your parents trying to get your candy. and they are sucky loser parents. i feel very sorry for you, and you will probably grow up with a lot of other issues.
>> if you watch me put a (one) piece of candy into your bag, and you stand there motionless, with an indignant expectant look on your face... you shouldn't be out either. you are a greedy and unpleasant child, and will probably grow up to be 400lbs. and, i certainly have no motivation to give you anymore, because you disgust me.
>> if i happen to be smoking crack on hallowe'en night, and offer you the big ass bowl of candy, so you can pick out your own, you may take one piece. this is provided that you follow all of the other rules i've set out. it is definitely not an invitation to grab as much as you can fit into your chubby little hand. see the rule above for why you should not knock on my door.
>> and, last of all, if the words, 'thank you' are not in your vocabulary, stay the fuck home. your parents should never have decided to have you at all, and most certainly should never ever let you out of the house. and, i hope that they realize that, when you call them from jail one night, asking for bail money and the phone number to their lawyer.
any stories, rules or rants of your own -- please let me know! comment away.
oh, and happy hallowe'en, too.