Like the adorable redhead said waybacks, Hallowe'en's sure good for getting to be someone else for a little while. And if there were ever a time in my life when I was in desperate need of a few hours of not having to be this particular loser, it's right about... now. No wait, now. No now. It's so hard to tell these days.

Yesterday I was a guest on the fundraising installment of Frameline, and then afterwards Daniel and I went out for lunch and talked about whether or not cigarettes are an emotional suppressant in addition to all the other shit they do (or at the very least, whether they are the exact antithesis of yoga). We also wondered whether or not Sauron was in it for more than just taking over the planet and making people miserable and going "ho ho ho." Then we created a new character for prime time television, who will get his own series: Horse, the Divorce Force. He's a private detective who specializes in busting cheating spouses. Oh, and he's a horse. Obviously.

I have to get a few things for the party, and a few things for the costume (does anyone know how to do a really effective all-over blood splatter?), and then it's nothin' but ganja and girlyparts, oh yeah.