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Third of three posts regarding Halloween ’07! Enjoy!

No, it isn’t. I lied.As you may have noticed ‘round these parts, it’s been an exceptionally quiet week here at the YAB Mainframe. I think we launched all of one post into the cyberfunny over the last seven days, and that’s not out of a lack of humor occurring in my world on a daily basis. Nor has it been a particularly busy timeframe, either. There are just sometimes when finding a solid block to write is remarkably difficult, forcing the backlog to an astronomical all-time high. Do we give up in the face of adversity? Of course not.

YAB exists on a plane of stubbornness, overlaid with comedic fortitude.

Our Post-It Note of Hilarity (trademark pending) remains full of funny ideas, and we completely intend to get to each and every one of them. However, when you set yourself up with a scheduling mandate (like the one that kicked off this post 162 words ago), greasing the wheels of a train stuck in the station grows ever harder. My plan was to run a trio of posts about Halloween, and to date, we’re sitting on two. Every day we sit down to write, and we see this order staring us in the face.

You know what? We got nothing.

What started as a nostalgic tirade on the silly costumes our parents put us in for our first Halloweens was supposed to finish with a picture of Clara in a costume of which she had zero say in selecting. I had my share of silly outfits for All Hallow’s Eve, complete with the realization that any joy gleaned from that day decades ago is outweighed by the embarrassment endured once incriminating photos surface on, let’s say, your wedding day. However, this post – the third in the triumvirate – will not come to be this year. Clara, in a clever rouse, decided Halloween would be a grand time to catch a virus.

Thus, negating the nefarious plan of dressing her like a honey pot by her parents.

Drat.

You don’t tell a funny story at a cocktail party if you don’t have a punch line waiting to slay. Similarly, you don’t write a Halloween post about funny costumes if you don’t have a funny costume to show at the end.

Furthermore, as I type out this post, I see that the real date is now November 11th, nearly two weeks after Halloween. There’s nothing worse than forcing someone to think about a holiday that is nowhere remotely close to the actual day of celebration.

You got that, Wegmans?

Starting with about two weeks ago, I could purchase my Christmas tree while getting groceries. And while we haven’t been exposed to Christmas music yet, I fear that the days of The First Noel in the Freezer Aisle are soon.

A Return to Hilarity starts…this week.