Well, it's no secret to everyone who knows me that this is basically my favorite time of year, and it has nothing to do with candy. It's the spirit of the thing: the embracing of the fantastic and macabre, the suspension of the rules, the emergence of the inner child. Oh, and the chance to make a cool costume. Naturally, my small town, with Halloween events largely dominated by church functions, tends to disappoint me, but I found a party anyway, since my stepdad was hired to be a magician on that night. Almost nobody asked me who I was dressed as (Blind Mag), but that's probably for the best, since very few [average] people know who she (or Repo!) is to begin with. Got some candy, got money for Unicef, got several good things to eat. Perhaps that's all I can hope for for now.