So for Halloween I dressed up as a miserable old bastard who stays at home and shouts at people as they walk past in a gruff tone. I made sure not to shave for a week, get all kinds of food stains down myself (not to mention the two day old skid marks), have a partial dry bugga creeping out of my nose, the obligatory ear wax, the torn ill fitting Farah slacks and the crusty 'beige' handkerchief and I even found a stray dog to help me live in my own (and dogs) filth for a week as preparation; now that's commitment. But alas nobody witnessed my costumed triumph as I stayed home as usual. Oddly my roommates failed to notice the difference and the dog has been asleep for a couple of days now. I'm sure he's just tired.