I’m decked out in Halloween orange and black, but I’m tickled pink to announce that Trockle has been nominated for a 2008 Cybil Award.
My son is trick-or-treating tonight as Link from Legends of Zelda. The hat was custom made and turned out beautifully.
I will be standing discreetly at the end of the block – discreetly, unobtrusively, and decorously dressed as – a wi-fi hotspot. (Technically, a wi-fi detector, but it’s Halloween and I can declare myself a hotspot if I want to. You want to get technical? I can be a hotspot and a wi-fi detector – blame it on hormones.)
The shirt’s from ThinkGeek.com. But since I just got word they turned down my application to join their affiliate program, you’ll have to search for it yourself. (Hey, what do you expect for free advertising? 
They have great stuff, though – I also own the binary people shirt, the RTFM shirt (and mug), the pet cactus, and I’m due for a refill on caffeinated soap. Their customer service is excellent, too – the handle on my first RTFM mug popped off the second time I used it, and they promptly sent a replacement.
Just 43 more minutes before the gigantic bag of Halloween candy can be ceremoniously opened and readied for the trick-or-treaters that never make it to the end of our street. Katie said, this morning, "Somewhere in the world it’s 5:00 o’clock." Well, since she’s not trick-or-treating in Beijing, she’s had to wait all day for her chocolate.
Two days ago, I peered into the windows of the Haunted Pumpkin House. They were covered in cobwebs! Wispy white and black filaments began to fill the rooms, and the spooky, dilapidated house began to cave in on itself. Drat you, Houston humidity! RIP, Haunted Pumpkin House – I was so hoping you’d make it to Halloween. You will live on in our memory, and on the pages of this blog:
That’s a skeleton hanging from the tree, and unoccupied broomsticks flying around the house. A black cat stands guard in the upstairs window, over a coffin-shaped doorway. The windows are eyes (they even have "eyebrows" suggestive of gables); the doorway is a mouth open in shock as giant spiders crawl up the "face" of the house – near a crescent moon "ear" (the other "ear" is a witches hat).
The photos don’t do some of the details justice, really – that’s a floating candelabra in the background, and rats running into the house (some have already made it through the spooky little fence).
Rickety shutters hang (barely) from crooked windows. There are headstones in the family plot.
Poor Haunted Pumpkin…we had fun while it lasted.
Holly Jahangiri has decades of experience in tech writing, freelancing, fiction, poetry, and editing. Writer, wife, and mother, Holly is the creator of Trockle and instigator of the Puppy-Guppy Rebellion.
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