Thrift Stores, Hot Glue and Halloween
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Untainted crap: This is the greatest costume ever made.
This past week, in between aspect stories, corporate meetings and government burgh hall sessions, I've been dabbling in fashion lay out.
By that, I mean I've been designing my Halloween costume this year.
I certain what you're thinking: How old are you? But when there's a prize on the line, and you're going to a Halloween show in Lansdale where you are asked to castigate up, I've got to wow 'em.
I'm not the type of person to just go out to Halloween Try one's luck and buy a $50 costume of Rowdy Roddy Piper or an viciousness clown or something like that.
My attire must be original.
Last year, I went as Kenny Powers from "Eastbound and Down." I ordered a curly mullet wig and T-shirt online, and found the still at the Salvation Army in Montgomery Township.
I went all out. It turned heads. I won the $50 first haul at Third and Walnut.
In years past, I've tried to trump myself - what's the point of dressing up if you can't act a part?
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Scariest Movie Scenes
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Fittingly, one of the scariest big scenes belongs to one of the scariest movies, the scariness of which cannot be overestimated or over-cited enough: Tobe Hooper ’s
The Texas Control Saw Massacre . It’s chockablock with great, scandalous scenes: Leatherface’s eruptive admittance, unannounced by heavy breathing or other slasher-blur hallmarks, the horrifying dinner scene . But the one that still gives me shivers and gets my eyes darting around the move of the screen so I don’t have to actually connect with it is one that perfectly undermines the film’s expectations of scariness. I’m talking about the picture where Paul A. Partain, the wheelchair-bound description who stymies our attempts at developing empathy for him at every deny b decrease by being entirely unlikeable (a genius move on the part of Hooper and co-litt Kim Henkel), is separated from the other kids. Rolling through the broken-hewn, dim environs of the Texas ranch gratis where our
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