30 kids and not so kids. The neighborhood had a Trunk or Treat at the nearby church, so the numbers were down. A couple of very solemn kids. I didn't mind the teenagers, they were having fun reliving younger days and chasing each other.
Lorne: Once the word spreads you beat up an innocent old man, well, the truly terrible will think twice before going toe-to-toe with our Avenging Angel. Spike: Yes. The geriatric community will be soiling their nappies when they hear you're on the case. Bravo.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Connie Neil - Oct 31, 2007 5:19:55 pm PDT #9725 of 10001
brillig
Strega - Oct 31, 2007 5:22:19 pm PDT #9726 of 10001
twin 7th grade boys are exploding plastic bottles with dry ice.In high school, a couple of friends of mine decided to do something similar one afternoon.
I forget how many stitches Sean got.
sarameg - Oct 31, 2007 5:23:11 pm PDT #9727 of 10001
I didn't have a single treater. Of course, I didn't get home until near 7, which is dark here. But I'm sad for all the kids who didn't have what I had: followed patiently by our parents in the dark as we raced from one neighbor to the next, showing off, feeling like we were illicit and scary in our tweety bird costumes. The whole "safety" thing has gone too far.
§ ita § - Oct 31, 2007 5:36:41 pm PDT #9728 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
So I just took a pork chop out of the fridge and plugged in the waffle maker.
Not yet on pain meds, boys and girls. This evening could be a doozy!
eta: I'm trying to marry the CI principle of cooking the pork chop starting from the cold pan to use in a Foreman grill. Perhaps I should steer clear of the pain meds entirely. Or at the very least keep my meat thermometer handy.
beth b - Oct 31, 2007 5:40:36 pm PDT #9729 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
about 20 so far - feels slow. but two young teens answered my happy Halloween with Merry Christmas - I though that was pretty funny
Cass - Oct 31, 2007 5:49:59 pm PDT #9730 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Or at the very least keep my meat thermometer handy.Or the fire extinguisher?
§ ita § - Oct 31, 2007 5:52:17 pm PDT #9731 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Looking safe so far.
And tasty.
Unrelatedlyto the whole thing (and, uh, any painkillers) do the voices in your heads ever do accents?
sarameg - Oct 31, 2007 5:52:38 pm PDT #9732 of 10001
Aw, Fup the storecat at Powell's died at 19.
Because I'm a freak with a maybe-sick cat, I'm gonna go hug her. After I scoop the litterboxes.
P.M. Marc - Oct 31, 2007 5:55:58 pm PDT #9733 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
The kids at the office ate all my candy, so we're hanging out pretending we're not home. Wow, there were a lot of kids.
Lots of pirates, too, but I think mine was the cutest one there.
Cass - Oct 31, 2007 5:59:27 pm PDT #9734 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Unrelatedlyto the whole thing (and, uh, any painkillers) do the voices in your heads ever do accents?Do I have to admit to voices in my head if I answer this? Because they would, if I were to have such things. Different accents and different voices. But I am in no way admitting this.
Hmm, I could Foreman grill something for dinner. I am hungry now.
Lots of pirates, too, but I think mine was the cutest one there.I am unsurprised. She's a cutie.