LampshadeBrigade

    Ok. As this is my first editorial, I'll answer the obvious questions to the best of my ability.

     "What the hell is the deal with the lampshades?"

     The background on the main page is a picture of me in a dress, wearing a lampshade and a dress. On the background here is a picture of my brother, +ragic (left) and Colebot (right). Very simply: we are f*cking morons.

     While dining at my dad's second internet fiancee's house on Halloween, we remembered that we liked food. Our logic (being what it is from hours of playing Metal Gear Solid and watching Judge Mills Lane all day) led us to the conclusion, that instead of buying expensive groceries, we could go trick-or-treating and live off the candy for a week. On this spur-of the moment decision, we grabbed what we found lying around: make-up, dresses, dog collars, small pumpkin doll thingies, and three lampshades. We were ready.

     We were the Lampshade Brigade!

     We headed to the Lampshademobile and began our trek.

    We stopped at our house to get some bags to put the candy in, but all I could find was a plastic bucket. We looked around for anything else to accessorize with, but realized that if we didn't leave soon, Colebot would've drank all my dad's Jack Daniels. As it is, he only finished half the bottle.

     Some houses we hit provided enough candy for all of us. One house gave us a bite-size Snickers to split. Most houses scoffed. Late-teenagers that trick-or-treat just don't get the respect that they used to. It didn't help that +ragic ended every encounter with a high-pitched, "Jesus loves you!"

     On our last run, I drove the Lampshademobile, making stops at houses that looked "awake." The other two would jump out, run up to the door, get the candy, and jump into the van, while I'd peel off, blasting "The Beautiful People" from the speakers. "The Beautiful People." Oh Marilyn. How right you are.