A 4 pm costume anxiety-induced meltdown on Halloween left me saying things like “I'll just be secure in my costumelessness.” Luckily my friends aren't as well adjusted as I am. (Marc Brown has some photos.)

The next night, for Day of the Dead, we watched bad movies at the MJT. Which was creepier, Mark Hamill falling in love with a car, or wandering the dim, empty rooms of a museum dedicated to fringe obsessives? No contest.