quasify

Three days to Halloween and I have no hot glue gun, no stretchy dryer exhaust pipe, no waiting army of googly eyes. Or, any sort of concrete game plan. I briefly wanted to go as a robotic caterpillar. I wanted to go as a Higgs Particle. Or a Stegosaurus. Or Zoltan? The Dow Jones?!?!? You see my problem.

The path of least resistance will find me in a bloodied white shirt as the brother of the two sisters. That would be lame.