a lovely bit on the psychology of why we love this sad story at Halloween: it’s the Great Pumpkin…

I flipped to this, expecting one of a couple of things and I was wrong.

Mendelson quotes Schulz saying that even while Linus is crushed, “it shows that you can’t always get what you hoped for, but you can still survive — and you can keep trying.”

And while I didn’t grow up with loads of holiday or kids-entertainment in general, Rudolph and Charlie Brown were on, albeit not for me. Nevertheless! I got to see them.

  
I watched the Halloween special as a teen, after I moved away. I recall thinking, ‘it really is hard for sequels, isn’t it?’

This piece has made me rethink that decades-old idea and I may need to watch this with a wiser eye.

Redshirted

I have a redshirt dress for myself. I bought red devil horns to be a redshirt who died -duh, everybody knows Redshirts all get killed . And went to Hell.

Well, I got my hairy child a matching costume!

Bobby playing dead:

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Close up of his Redshirt and emblem.

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2013 Halloween Parade (and a tribute to Lou Reed)

Two people wished me ‘Happy Halloween, Mr. Spock.’ -geeks are offended by your ignorance I’m simply a Command Yeoman. -sha! I mean, for Bones’ Sake. I’m wearing GOLD* and no pips. When the owner called me Spock, I drew the line and set him straight. I know he doesn’t care.

Where was I? Oh. Here are some of the people who chose to not take part in the Halloween Parade, only laugh at us.

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Here’s the fun group and another of me yakking cos there’s me.

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Particularly particular, ‘Halloween Parade,’ for Uncle Lou who wrote it over 20 years ago for his friend who up and died after surgery, too.

There’s a down town fairy singing out, “Proud Mary”
As she cruises Christopher Street
And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean
Where the docks and the Badlands meet

This Halloween is something to be sure
Especially to be here without you

There’s a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock
And some black Jamaican stud
There’s five Cinderellas and some leather drags
I almost fell into my mug

There’s a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant
And some homeboys lookin’ for trouble down here from the Bronx

But there ain’t no Hairy and no Virgin Mary
You won’t hear those voices again
And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita
You’ll never see those faces again

This Halloween is something to be sure
Especially to be here without you

There’s the Born Again Losers and the Lavender Boozers
And some crack team from Washington Heights
The boys from Avenue B and the girls from Avenue D
A Tinkerbell in tights

This celebration somehow gets me down
Especially when I see you’re not around

There’s no Peter Pedantic saying things romantic
In Latin, Greek or Spic
There’s no Three bananas or Brandy Alexander
Dishing all their tricks

It’s a different feeling that I have today
Especially when I know you’ve gone away

There’s a girl from Soho with a T-shirt saying, “I blow”
She’s with the ‘Jive five 2 plus 3’
And the girls for pay dates are giving cut rates
Or else doing it for free

The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door
And I don’t want to hear it anymore

No consolations please for feelin’ funky
I got to get my head above my knees
But it makes me mad and mad makes me sad
And then I start to freeze

In the back of my mind, I was afraid it might be true
In the back of my mind, I was afraid that they meant you

The Halloween Parade
At the Halloween Parade
At the Halloween Parade
See you next year, at the Halloween Parade

(Halloween Parade)
(Halloween Parade)
(Halloween Parade)

 

* Thanks again to K who sent me this uniform as a birthday gift last week!