I’ve been busy, busy, busy this semester, and I’ve just realized that it’s going to be Halloween any day now.  It’s my favorite go-out-and-act-stupid holiday, and it sneaked up on me this year.  I need to get to work because I haven’t chosen a costume yet, but I have some pretty good ideas:

On the zombie track, I could go as Sherwood Anderson, holding that last fatal martini in my hand.  Or how about the coughing, sarcastic ghost of Dorothy Parker (in a great cloche hat)?  Maybe I’ll go as Mrs. Burroughs, with a neat little bullet hole in my head, a big, shiny, intact apple on top of it.

Oh, well.  Maybe I will escape from the dead writer theme this year, and just go as President Palin.

AAAAGH!

Yeah, that’s the scariest costume for sure.