Halloween, it’s not just for candy anymore. Now it’s a legitimate excuse for exhibitionists to wear lingerie in public and call themselves the Raunchy Referee because their underwear has stripes. Not that I’m complaining…
I don’t mean that in a typical guy way (well, maybe a little), but as long as you’re not hurting anyone, I don’t care how much of your treats you want to show off on the scariest night of the year. What I find most interesting about the annual slutty costume phenomena is how weird some of the “sexy versions” are getting. I was in the local costume store the other day and came across the sexy versions of Freddy Krueger and Jason Vorhees.
My mind started to wander, and I began thinking of future sexy costumes that may follow this trend and become viable options in the future.
Have you seen any weird sexy costumes? Got any suggestions on what next year’s sexy costume should be? Chime in. I’d love to hear from you.
I will be in LA for the rest of the week attending the Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) 40th Anniversary Summer Conference. It’s my first trip to the West Coast and I couldn’t be more excited.
I may blog a bit while I’m there, otherwise I’ll catch you when I’m back in my timezone…
I passed the huge displays in my local Barnes and Noble. Skipped the ads in magazines. Zoned out when friends raved about this episode or that episode. Ultimately, I shrugged the whole thing off. Game of Thrones was like NASCAR to me. Popular for reasons I just didn’t understand. Plus, I didn’t have HBO anyway.
Due to automobile trouble, I found myself stuck in the house this past weekend. On a lark, I called up my local cable provider and had Home Box Office added to my package (really, just to catch up on Entourage…I still wasn’t sold on GoT).
What a difference 10 hours and OnDemand can make.
I can probably count on one hand the number of times a TV viewing experience has felt transcendent to me. After this weekend, another digit just popped up. I can’t stop thinking about it, and I’m really about to buy each of George R.R. Martin’s novels because I don’t think I can wait until spring to know what happens next.
That’s it. No anaylsis. No clever observations. I just feel like a kid again, back in the days when watching The Twilight Zone and Tales from the Darkside was just as important as getting three meals in. Hell, those shows were the meal.
I think I just added another helping.