Trick or Treat, and other great scams

Contrary to what the Little Einsteins would have us believe, there is no trick-or-treating at Buckingham Palace, the Palace of Versailles, or Neuschwanstein. Sorry to crush your dreams.

There is, however, in Virginia, and through the magic of CVS I am able to bring you photos of our attendance at the local Halloween parade this past weekend. You'll note that the parade was well attended by such beloved celebrities as Scooby Doo and the Cat in the Hat, who is listed just before the Man with the Yellow Hat in the phone book. And yes: I personally made my costume, husband's, and Widge's. Go Skippy!

The Widge, by the way, was delighted with the whole thing: thrilled that there were so many kids running around carrying pumpkins, and very quick to catch on to the whole trick-or-treat concept. He can rely purely on his good looks, he just had to appear and folks were giving him candy. He didn't bother with the old-fashioned formality of actually saying "trick-or-treat". Actually very few kids were saying it. Apparently thats arcane: everyone knows the drill now, nobody feels the need to go through the ritual aspects.

Also, saw an interesting movie today: the Prestige. I recommend it to those of you who think too much: you know who you are, but as a warning: you need to actually pay attention, and also overlook a fairly glaring breach of actual scientific fact.

And to Mr. Fork: I'm not suggesting Martian robots are evil. I'm saying we could find a way to construe them as evil, thus focusing our stereotyping abilities. Not that there's anything wrong with being a Martian robot.