Tricked Out

Yglesias and I didn't take seriously the Halloween admonition to stock up on candy—we sort of thought we'd buy a pizza crust and use some toppings from the garden instead to make dinner. That's us: at home on Halloween with lights on and Monday Night Football playing and no candy—the biggest assholes on U Street.

As we enter into the tricks stage of the evening, we know we deserve what we get. So far it's been mostly middle fingers; I just hope that the flaming objects that will be tossed at our house throughout the night are still primarily dogshit based. I don't expect any mercy.