stick leash:

what the little girl walking past the window is being dragged along with. Slightly unsettling.

As previously mentioned, it's homecoming weekend, and that makes everything rawther surreal (as Nanny would say). Today's example: V and I are having brunch at the Runcible, when a cadre of pleated-docker wearing young gentlemen come in and surround us in a sinuous l-shape. The group, we are told, is called "Straight, No Chaser," and they've come from Hillel House to sing us a ditty or two, after which they're going to collect money for "The Sudan, Israel, and" some other unrelated country that I've forgotten. I have to say, I've never been the biggest fan of acappella music, and their song that involved a distance between the speaker and the narratee, as it were, was a surround-sound version of pretty terrible. I mean, they were "good boys," they had nice voices, but sheesh. V made the highly entertaining observation that if we were a couple in the middle of a breakup, the song choice would have been highly traumatic.

Best Halloween costume gimmick so far: competition between "The Snuggler," the blankie-d superhero who went around the Vid giving hugs, and my friend A's "Intergallactic Love Warrior" that went around shooting folks with a love gun. The ladies seemed to love the love gun.

In a time of slutty "fill in the blank" being the most prevalent costume, I'd like to take the idea to the extreme. Slutty Eggplant, perhaps, or Slutty Trash Bin. Now that I think of it, though, Mary already did this best with her "Baberaham Lincolm" costume.