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Halloween

If you have two gay dads in one house, then the Halloween planning discussions begin early. They begin in June, or July.

Back then, Marc and I had a grand vision of a "Beauty and the Beast" theme: Josh as Chip, Marc as Mrs. Potts, and the third human family-member dressed as Belle. But: so much work. And who knew if trick-or-treating would even occur, in Covid times?

We have downscaled. Josh will be dressing as a chicken. I'm not sure about his dads.

You can't stream "Great Pumpkin"--which seems criminal--and ABC hasn't announced the air-dates yet. I would think somewhere around October 22, and then again on October 27 or 28.

My family *does* own the first "Treehouse of Horror," and this holds up really well. It takes on Steven Spielberg, Stephen King, "Planet of the Apes," AND Edgar Allan Poe, at the least. In my favorite scene, Homer calls a broker to complain that he hadn't been told about the risks inherent in purchasing an ancient burial ground. And Homer learns--eventually--that he *was* told, and told again, "five or six times."

On that note.....some shows/movies I'd like to see this month:

*"Evil" (now on Netflix!)
*"Psycho" (sixtieth anniversary!)
*Tim Burton's "Sleepy Hollow"

Happy viewing!
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