Hey kids, its Halloween. So guess what Im dressed up as? Go ahead, take a wild freakin' guess. Why, Im a Cranky Copy
Editor, which means I'm wearing my standard-issue jeans, button-down shirt and bad attitude. Why not something more imaginative, you ask? Well, because we here at the Loaf were apprised of todays Halloween costume contest and festivities on Monday.Monday.
I dont know about you, but four days is not nearly enough time for me to think of and put together a quality outfit, like "the head of John the Baptist with a side order of fries."
Not by a long shot. Especially since I was expecting another knife-wielding pumpkin-carving contest and didnt give a single thought to dressing up. I feel bad about not partaking in the Halloween esprit de corps, but then again, I'm not alone, as only a handful of people in the office bothered to play dress-up. And I guess I should be grateful no one decided to come to work as a "Candy corn. Do you like lots of sugar? And Carnauba wax? And cavities? And zits? Well then you'll love candy corn, the single most disgusting, cheap-ass Halloween cop-out ever conceived. You know those scenes in prisoner and war movies where they slop gruel onto a tray? That's what you're doing when you hand out candy corn.
Cranky Movie of the Day: The Thing. Kurt Russell + Wilford Quaker Oats/Liberty Medical Brimley + John Carpenter + gross-out effects = Pure horror gold.
That's it. I'm all Cranked-out. Have a safe and happy Halloween.