The revenge of the fifth thing

I forgot, there was a fifth thing yesterday. "The Tenderness of Jackals" finally got name-checked in a review of Lovecraft Unbound; Martin Andersson of Dead Reckonings calls it "poignant yet horrific". It is, after all, the touching story of a ghoul, his boy, and the ghosts of Fritz Haarman's murders.

And now one for the crowd: What should I be for Halloween? It needs to be doable for not more than $200, easily transported in checked luggage, and not so elaborate that it's a pain in the ass to wear around a con. Any ideas? (For those of you who've never met me, Velma from Scooby Doo is the sort of thing I can do with minimal effort, but I want something a little fancier this year.)

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Through the kind intervention of mr_earbrass, I have secured a WFC membership. Hurrah. I shall most likely continue to blow off programming and hang out in the bar, but now I will do it with authority.

The Halloween question continues to plague me. Sadly, I don't think I'm going to be squeezing into my leather pants in an attractive way in a week and a half, so Typhoid Mary is right out. (Yes, I know Mary doesn't usually wear pants--I will only take costuming so far.)

I pull my feathered hair whenever I see floating cloth

I'm sorry, but this is the only cure for the "Eye of the Tiger" hell truepenny and jmeadows have inflicted on me.