27 October 2009

Terrifying

If you can make it through the first 2:15 of this clip without experiencing some violent psychotropic reaction, you've got a leg up on me.

An appearance by KISS shortly thereafter saves the day. Well, as much as a KISS appearance can save anything.

Quiz time: What's your favorite Halloween memory?

I'll start...
My grandmother once fixed my plastic/vinyl Spider-man costume using blue and red electrical tape. I had somehow torn out the costume's crotch while putting it on. Anyhow, that's the day I learned that tape came in different colors, cheap costumes are problematic, and grandmas can fix anything. Even a crotchless Halloween costume.

6 comments:

*mary* said...

Thanks for the mindfuck. Television personalities in Spandex, Mrs. Brady in black sequins, and Kiss performing one of the worst songs ever! Can't go wrong there.

Hmm, can't think of the best Halloween memory but the one that sticks out in my mind involves a girl and I going to the jailhouse to bail out a friend, while dressed as Rocky Horror characters and smelling strongly of Firewater. So yeah, the friend remained in jail for the night.

Something Happened Somewhere Turning said...

For some reason I only have two memories of Halloween. Don't ask me why because I've been beating my brain trying to figure that out. The first one stands out only because I felt somewhat foolish. My mom decided to make me and my sister's costumes this one year and she sewed three identical pumpkin outfits. We put them on and then she stuffed them all full newspaper so that we would really look the part. I'm sure we were all adorable and the neighbors oohed and ahhed at us a lot. The second was years later and very vague. Not much to tell there except I think I ended up alone.

ZDub said...

I always wanted to be a pumpkin, but I always had real whack-ass costumes.

I had to go to a Mormon church Halloween function dressed as a goddamn BIRD. I remember there was a haunted house part in the church and you had to touch "eyeballs". I yelled, "Those aren't eyeballs, they're grapes!" and I got shut down by the lady in charge.

FUCK.

ZDub said...

To clarify: I'm not Mormon and I don't like grapes.

Hi, I'm Amy! said...

I could not watch that without a grin on my face and an occasional wence when she hit particular notes. Or tried to.

I was 8 and my next door neighbor was 7. He painted his entire body black to be Michael Jordan. It was weird.

Lorrie Veasey said...

WAIT! Where was Samantha and Endora?