What went down in Oakland, did I hear you ask? This:
But hey, cheer up!
There! All better! Not quite?
Well, I didn’t want to bring out the heavy artillery, but okay. Here goes. Be careful: better sit down for this.
You can’t say I didn’t warn you. BOW TO THE POWER OF THE BUNNY!
THE POWER OF THE BUNNY COMPELS YOU! THE POWER OF THE BUNNY COMPELS YOU!
Look, another Bonsai Kitteh! Gotta catch ’em all!
And remember, Halloween is coming. Here’s an awesome list of great costumes from Ned Hepburn, so you’re not the Slutty Black Cat at a party of fifty Slutty Black Cats. I absolutely hate that, but then, I went as a fleeing banana republic dictator last time I dressed up. At least all that Indonesian cash was good for SOMETHING.
Slutty Hunter S. Thompson
Slutty Aaron Sorkin
Slutty Samuel Beckett
Slutty Kathy Bates
Slutty Randy Quaid
Slutty Randy Newman
Slutty Raptor (from Jurassic Park)
Slutty Werner Herzog
Slutty Harry Dean Stanton
Slutty Brave Little Toaster
Slutty Billy Elliott
Slutty Colonel Kurtz
You’re welcome. I’m thinking Slutty Hunter S. Thompson if I can get a military vest. I look fetching in a visor, and it’ll show off the head wound nicely.
Here’s my friend Ian Spiegelman‘s costume from last year, appropriate for a member of the New York Literati: Slutty Scrabble Board!
“Jizz” has two “z’s,” Ian.
But I think this year, it’s got to be this one, even if I do get a cramp:
Not accurate enough? Use your Imagination.