Sturgeon's Law

My friends are having a Halloween party this year at which costume is required, and today I completed my cheap-and-easy-to-buy costume. I'm going as a Beat Poet, with all-black clothes, black beret, little round glasses (had those already, yay), bongos, and copies of Howl and A Coney Island of the Mind (thanks for that book, Jane...). I'll snap my fingers and say "Daddy-o" at least once. It's a low maintenance way to go.

This is nowhere near as good as last year, when I was Invisible Pedestrian (all black, with a sign saying "Not for Blind Kids") from an old SNL sketch with Dan Aykroyd. It's also not as good as my friend's brother's idea to go as Bear Fucker (which is funny whether or not you've seen Super Troopers).