Does Halloween make you want to cry?  Feel all squishy at first and then hollowed out inside?  Do the gaps between your teeth grow wider?  Do you eventually end up smashed?  On the pavement in front of your own house, your inner light burnt down to a waxy puddle of char?

Well, I have a cure: or at least A GENERAL IDEA for a cure. Saturday. Brickbat Books. Macgregor Card, Bruce Covey, Kirsten Kaschock, and Natalie Lyalin.  I will wear a costume. You will laugh, cry, strangle a blackcat.  I will stir a cauldron.  You will drink it all down. I will play the french maid. You will not. Not with those legs.