1. My iPod froze this morning, fittingly right at the beginning of "Double Dare" by Bauhaus (a suitably scary tune for the day). It didn't pause, mind you, it simply froze....until the batterly life drained out of it. Suffice it to say, it was a bad omen. I'm sincerely hoping I'll be able to revive it. Otherwise, I'll be a very frowny boy.
2. Fuckin' Borat came to the the Job today. They taped several segments of him reading headlines and other shenanigans. It was amusing until it became excruciating. The movie should be funny, though. Not that I'll be going, mind you.
3. The lamest Halloween costume by far is "cowboy." Hell, it's supposed to be scary. At least be a dead cowboy or something! Oh, and if you go as a sports figure, that's well beyond lame and you should be denied any candy.
4. Please don't get me wrong. I love Halloween. I love what it represents. I love the macabre. I love all things evil, dark and spooky. Halloween has been my favorite holiday since before I can remember. Hell, I met my wife at a Halloween party, and proposed on a Halloween two years later. Halloween can be an absolute blast. But it can also be Abject Asshole Night in a manner that makes New Year's Eve seem like a quiet night on the couch watching PBS. Living down in the `Village, Halloween means that the streets are clogged with outer-borough douchebags dressed up like Austin Powers running around yelling "GROOVAY, BAYBAYUH!" at the top of their lungs. It's a free pass for anyone so inclined to behave like a hyperactive jackass. Put simply, it's a headache. And it's not just me who thinks it's a pain in the rump.