Happy Halloween, everybody!

Well, for a day that largely revolved around destroying my beloved couch with an exacto knife and my bare hands, it ended well! :D

I came back to my parents' condo for the evening since they have a nifty and dead easy system for hooking up would-be trick-or-treaters in the building with would-be candy-givers: they have some Halloween-themed paper plates at the front desk, and you just hang one on your doorknob. BRILLIANT. I am planning to implement something similar at our building next year if I possibly can. Anyway, the upshot is that I finally got to hand out candy again! I love it; I love helping to bring the magic alive for kids.

Had a couple of "mentionable" costumes: one was two parents with a newborn baby, with them dressed as farmers - "strawberry farmers!" - and their baby in an adorable strawberry hat and outfit, and the other was a kid with an H1N1 virus T-shirt. Now THAT's scary.

Spent the next couple of hours in a complicated video/audio/text-chatting thing *waves hands vaguely* with neeuqdrazil, curgoth (a.k.a. GENERAL ZOD), mycrazyhair, torontoteacher, Mr. Mongolia, and uh...other people I'm still not sure if I actually know. *g* This was an online alternative to the Zil and Curgoth's party since they are recovering from H1N1, poor things. Man, I never though I'd be grateful for The Scourge a.k.a. Bugpocalypse, but from the way its been racing through my friends and loved ones it's actually worked out in my favour to be isolated.

Anyway. Back to the couch. My dearly beloved couch. *sob* So I tried to find a company that would pick it up. Yeah, a bedbug-exposed sofa. You can imagine how well that went. So it was up to me. And I was feeling fairly morose about it until audreyovisual cracked my shit up by comparing it to Old Yeller (or, for us Supernatural fans, a certain second-season werewolf who was likewise dispatched): "No, it's my [couch]. I'll do it." (However, since I can't lift it through the door on my own I need to break it down. So it's not so much shooting Old Yeller quickly between the eyes as it is ripping his legs off one by one. D:) She also suggested a viking burial: light it on fire and let it drift out to sea Lake Ontario. AWESOME.