Fry: It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for the winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. And also he got a racecar. Is any of this getting through to you?

I can’t believe how many of you are hitting this blog via frantic searches for “Werewolf costume” and expect to pull something out of your asses within the next 24 hours. Shame on you! I started mine back in June. You can’t rush perfection!

Of course I’m kidding. I value the people who try. Seriously.

The last few times we’ve done Halloween on Church Street we’ve always managed to amuse ourselves at the people dressed in the What The Fuck Costumes. That is, the drunk Ryerson student who throws on a boa or dollar store rubber mask and think they’re “ready to go”. Or witness the people who go to a costume shop and grumble at the variety of sexy nurse costumes the day before Halloween, and wind up being a ghost in a sheet.

Regardless, I’m looking forward to ‘Ween this year. Even if I do fall and break my leg and get H1N1.