Happy Halloween!

Mr. Julie is also Mr. Halloween. For weeks he's been crafting the perfect soundtrack to the trick-or-treating festivities. And as I sit writing this, I hear the booming montage he made by layering blip hop, sound effects from an old Disney Haunted Mansion vinyl he had (which he painstakingly converted to electronic files), and some riffs he laid down using the Garage Band software on his Mac. It's pretty good stuff when it's sandwiched between Danny Elfman music and the Macbeth-inspired song from the last Harry Potter movie.

Scott has also been slavishly decorating our front lawn. There's the pumpkin-head scarecrow, the black-lit ghost, torches (which have nearly set the house ablaze three times now), and my favorite part: the silhouettes in each of the front windows.

Here you can see the best of the three: a menacing talon reaching down from our living room window and Mr. Spooky Ghouly Guy.













I think Scott got his inspiration from Martha Stewart. He bought his own black felt, cut out the designs using a template, and then glued them onto some cheapo white bed sheets. The whole effect is rather eerie; I can't enter our office without thinking the Bogey Man is waiting to get his evil hands around my oh-so-delicate neck.

This just in: The ghost is burning. Scott says he heard the lighbulb pop and explode, then the ghosty sheet lit on its own, not needing any electrical aid. I'd better get out there to make sure the situation doesn't get (any more) out of hand.