Halloween is my favorite holiday. Yes, it beats Thanksgiving and Christmas. I love the creativity of costumes and of course the candy.
The universe has pulled some awful tricks on me this week. First my computer died and it is just outside of warranty and I had to pay for and install a new power supply. Yesterday, I was supposed to fly to Chicago for my best friend's massive Halloween party tonight. Well as I was on the Delta website trying to print my boarding pass, I was informed that my flight had been cancelled. There was no good reason like weather or a plane crash. Nope, Delta just felt like cancelling my flight and putting me on another one today. I said no thanks and got a refund. I am disappointed but I was not up for flying to Chicago today and then flying back to DC the first thing Saturday morning. So right now I am trying to cobble together plans to go out to Georgetown with a costume.
The treat portion of my week happened when I read an advice column in Wired magazine. A reader was asking if her kid should be allowed to dress up as a character from the video game Grand Theft Auto (GTA is very violent and it also involves drugs and sexual innuendos to say the least), the writers response:
"Granted there's something distasteful about having your grade-schooler dress up as a drug-dealing, prostitute-beating, human-smuggling thug. But ask yourself: Is a werewolf or witch really morally superior? At least Bellic [GTA Character] exhibits brief flickers of doubt about his chosen path. Werewolves by contrast, never hesitate before eviscerating their prey." So true.
