Of all the holidays, Halloween is one of the ones I care about the least (but not less than Columbus Day). It honestly does nothing for me. It could be that at I'm growing increasingly mature (unlikely). It could be a defense mechanism against my innermost desire to dress up as Batman and hurl poorly-constructed cardboard Batarangs at unsuspecting children (highly probable). It could be that in middle school the girl I had an enormous crush on dressed up as a pumpkin, therefore rendering her less attractive (it was a terrible costume). Whatever the case may be, the Great Pumpkin means sweet fuckall to me.

Therefore, in this spirit, I will not only leave this entry as it is, I'll post the exact same video I posted last year. How's that for phoning it in?

Cheers,
Henry



PS Go check out Castle of the Damned in Gloucester this weekend. I haven't gone yet, but I hear you won't regret it. I also heard it scared the piss out of some drunk teenagers (which, if anything, serves to amuse me out of my ambivalence towards Halloween).