Here lies a seasonal abundance of gifts for yourself. So that you may assemble the spookiest or sexiest or grandest Halloween costume in the land, or decorate the most pomp & circumstantial front yard of ghouls and Great Pumpkins and zombies slurping the brains of small children through bone-shaped straws. Muahahaha! Halloween is so the pentacle of my year. Even factoring in the whole other-people-give-me-gifts thing, I prefer Halloween to my birthday. Mostly because the gifts I get are always crap, but...instead of opening that can of worms, let's open a can of slimy ones that glow in the dark, and everyone give it up, gore it up, and gift it up for October three-one.