We are just about ready for Halloween. Cookie's Sonic costume kicks ass. Last night I stopped at three drug stores before finding a white du-rag. Rite Aid had it; Duane Reade only had them in black. (Before getting on the train I stopped at the Hot & Crusty and got black-and-white cookies for the boys -- appropriate, or what?)

So I cut out some eyeballs and attached them to the du-rag -- all that's left is to cut off that annoying red logo-tag. Sunday is the neighborhood Halloween party for the kiddies; and Monday, of course, is all about trick-or-treat. Cookie is pumped -- he just suited up for some photos and ran into my bedroom where Alane is lying down to ease her raging angst. He stood on the bed to show off his look and a moment later tried to roll himself into the Sonic attack-ball. He's out of control.

Anyway, I find Bazzukajoe's photo journal most insightful. You know, even at Nagasaki the church remained standing. But in Jupiter, the church steeple got whacked... while Vinny's grill survived intact.

A cosmic coincidence? Not a chance.

Once again, I think Orange Soup has something to do with it (in the book of Exodus, they didn't have carrots to turn their soup orange -- that's why they had to use lamb's blood to mark their homes).