I must thank DC for informing me of National Novel Month. I see this is my golden opportunity to fulfill my life-long dream of writing a novel about a sass-talking mail-boy for an intergalactic insurance company.


To be honest, I was kidding at first, but I'm really starting to like the idea...

Thus, I do decree that this novel-writing shall be "On like Megatron," as the kids are saying these days...and by these days I mean the late 1980's.

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Despite the best advice of the finest online-quizzes from across the internets, I was not The Cheat for Halloween.

No, I dressed up as Strongbad.

The costume was fairly easy to put together. I bought a pair of big, red boxing gloves and Agent Mulk graciously provided the luchadora mask. I sewed a blue jewel on the forehead of the mask, put it on, donned my boxing gloves, tried to take off my shirt, took off the gloves, took off my shirt, grabbed a six-pack of cold ones and I was on my way.

I don't know how Strongbad does it. I had to ask people to get my cold ones out of the fridge for me, open them up, and then tuck them into one of my boxing gloves. Also, I had a really hard time opening doors. Oh, and I couldn't answer my cell phone. But I realized that none of these things were that bad when, after a few cold ones, I was frantically trying to figure out a way to get into the bathroom and urinate.

I had a great time.

There are some pictures somewhere, but I don't have any myself. If I come across any, I will post them.

Much love,

Guillermo