Halloween is my favorite holiday: no family obligations, no pesky insistence on propriety or behaving well, and a clear-cut mandate to let your freak flag fly. Alcohol is also encouraged, at least in adult gatherings, and the best movies are always on TV.
There's also a distinct element of tastlessness. I usually went for maximum gore in my costumes (the zombie get-up with live cockroaches and frequently expectorated black sputum was my personal favorite), but I had friends who definitely pushed the envelope of public decency, dressing as abortionists, John Wayne Bobbitt, or Mary Jo Kopechne, for example.
She Who Shall Not Be Named isn't quite old enough to appreciate the joys of getting weird, but that didn't stop us from spiking her hair and putting her in ripped jeans and a "punk baby" t-shirt last year. This year we're discussing a few options: zombie (probably not advisable to put corpse paint on a toddler), Jason Voorhees (doubtful that she'd leave the hockey mask on), and a mummy (the front runner so far). I have to admit, however, that the following costumes (seen on Len's blog) appeals to the part of my brain that still likes horrifying the neighbors:


On second thought, we should probably just stick with the mummy. I don't imagine anyone on our street is related to Rameses the Great.
i feel pretty stupid, but i don't get the second one.
Abu Ghraib prisoner abuse...
A Victor/Victoria quote...you are definitely my permanent God, replacing whoever my God was last week. I don't remember.
In honor of Jon Voight's current project, you can dress SWSNBN as a victim of the Mountain Meadows Massacre. Just think. You'll not only satisfy the need for gore but you'll be educating the public about an incredibly heinous, little known atrocity as well.