Oh, and one other thing that's Halloween-ey

Oh, one more thing on this, the day of witches' Sabbaths and rampaging werewolves and thirsty vampires and see-through ghosties making themselves see-able. On this day, thirty-three years ago if I'm counting back correctly, my little sister totally ruined my trick-or-treating by doing this thing where she exploded (sort of) from my mother's guts, kinda like the title thing-from-space in Alien from John Hurt, if the thing in Alien turned into a cute redhead who recently ran the Chicago marathon. Anyway, I think she probably still owes me candy, but what the hell, I love her anyway.

Happy birthday, Bird.