Something I've seen to be a dying art- at least in our neck of the planet-ball, is that time-honoured classic act of joy, trick or treating. All night on Hallowe'en, our house saw not a single ghostie, ghoul, goblin, gorgon, grim reaper or scantily-clad bink with daddy-issues and questionable fashion sense...

Well, this is one tradition I say we can try to keep alive! No more "Trunk or Treat". No more "Mall O'Ween" no more lock-ins at the local church- No- get your fuzzy asses out there and get to the modern-day bastardization of pagan seasonal festivals and snatch up some candy, dammit. I promise, you're not going to get grabbed by ghoulies or gang-bangers or Cobra Commander. Trust me, that guy gets a way worse rep than he deserves. *tches* He does the cutest voice-overs of My Little Pony stories. You should hear it...

Featuring mi ardilla esposa  Sanita_Squirrel,  Ahriman,  Krissiefox and  Dratis heading out for an evening of door-to-door extortion of delicious sugary noms.

No pennies or apples, now. We all know the score here. This is candy-time. Circus peanuts will be accepted, if grudgingly. We can always use a substitute for silicone sealant somewhere around the compound. Candy corn will be gladly taken- that stuff gets such a bad rap. *head tilts* Yes, I know it doesn't taste like corn, dingus. *snofts* A Three-Musketeers doesn't taste like a musket, either. *shakes a digit* Don't ask. The same applies for Necco Wafers, as far as I'm concerned. They do taste kind of like chalk, sure, but I like them. *shrugs* What do I know, I also like those little pink Pepto Bismol chewable tablets, so take my opinions on candy for what they are...

One World and One Love for us all. No Gods and No Masters. Ave Lucifer.