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I like treats best. I hope I get some candy corn this year. And chocolate. I love chocolate!
Wish I had some chocolate to give you, Nevin. But I've never been much of a fan of sweets... I was raised on a strict, no-sugar vegetarian diet, and although I'm probably healthier because of it, I know that I missed out on some of the treats of childhood.So, I definitely prefer tricks. Where I lived on my dad's property in southern Mississippi, I played lots of tricks on my younger half-brother, Jonathan, and lots of tricks were played on me by the young men who helped my dad with his vision quest camp.I can't remember the best trick I ever pulled, but I'd often climb the trees on Dad's land, just to jump out and scare my little bro. Worked every time.
Where is everyone today? I would've thought every author and character would have something to say about the age-old "trick or treat" debate.As for me, I've always loved treats way more than I should... no candy corn, but plenty of peanut butter cups and Jolly Ranchers, please. In theory, I love tricks, too, but I've never really had the gumption to enact them. One of the cruelest, I think, is ringing someone's doorbell after leaving a flaming bag of dog poop on the porch. When said poor sap tries to stomp it out, you can imagine the consequences... I've never done that to anyone, of course, and happily, no one has done it to me... yet.
This is DanielleBoth, I guess. I love anything chocolate, anything to do with fudge, and nuts (with chocolate, of course)I must have been the perfect child, because I don't remember any tricks I played on my sisters ... I beheaded all their Barbies when I was five, but that's not the point ...One of the best tricks my oldest sister played on me: She had just gotten glow-in-the-dark braces, so she would sit next to a lamp, her teeth bared so she would 'collect sun'.Then, she would wait until dark (I happen to be petrified of the dark) wait until I was shivering in bed wishing I had a nightlight, then jump out and bare her teeth. Oh, the horror! The glowing fangs! The wicked grin!Now I remember why I beheaded her barbies.
Beheaded their Barbies? That's hilarious... I was a bit of a tomboy as a child, so I didn't want my sisters' Barbies (which they tried to pass down to me). I probably would've decapitated their little blonde heads, too - just on principle!As for the "trick or treat" debate, I was partial to treats as a child. I loved Halloween - loved dressing up in different costumes and collecting treats from strangers. It was a different time back in the late '60s and early '70s - less concern over poisoned sweets and sketchy neighbors.One of my favorite costumes was when I dressed up as my German shepherd, Charlie. Think I was six at the time. I distinctly remember falling in an old lady's bush - that was the end of trick-or-treating for the night.
The best trick I think I played was an un-trick... I was out babysitting on Halloween night, and when I came home someone had TP'd our driveway. My parents have a 200-foot long driveway with trees arching over it, and there was toilet paper hanging down the whole length of like spanish moss.It was still dry and easy to remove, so I just pulled it all down.I'll bet they were surprised to see it completely gone the next morning!!!
Oh - definitely 3 Musketeers bars!
Well, Halloween is not so big in the UK but I was more into Tricking than Treating when I did it with my London friends. Some kids do the whole thing - dress up and all - most do it just to get ready for Bonfire Night. It's never a good 5th November unless your know someone who burned something: themselves or something that wasn't supposed to burn.
Christine, I especially like the mint-flavored 3 Musketeers. :-)Flower, you mean Guy Fawkes Night, right? I'd love to witness that someday.
Olivia, I should make a confession. I wrote you as a Barbie-hating tomboy for a reason. Although I, too, was a tomboy growing up, being an only child with two very feminine grandmothers made that rather difficult. They just wouldn't accept that I wasn't a fan of dolls, so, at last count, I ended up with 39 Barbies and 7 Cabbage Patch Kids. Sigh.
That's all right, Laura. I loved being a tomboy! Way more fun than being a girly-girl like my sisters.
You know, this explains a lot about my childhood, too.
Mine, too. You know, I'm beginning to see a pattern here.
It isn't really PC to call it after the fall guy for the Gun Powder plot any more. Part of making it seem less like the sectarian/religious issues are the the centre of the big night and all that.You see Fireworks' Night much more often these days. You don't get effigies burned either :)
Oh, sorry, Flower. I'm not terribly PC as a rule, so forgive my faux pas.
I really love treats. Tricks are just mean. When I was growing up, no one came to our door. And if they did, my Dad would yell and frighten away any kid brave enough to ignore the dark porch.I love watching all the little girls in their princess costumes and the boys in their pirate and superhero outfits.And oh, how about those little darlings in their bumblebee and pumpking getups. I just can't wait for halloween. I like to sit on my front porch with all my different candy and let the kids pick their favorites.
Hey Cal, 'member that time we set up the PA system at the gate to your house? Scared everyone away with the buzzing sounds and evil laugh just as their toes triggered the buzzer.I still get a laugh every time I think about it. Think Jimmy would help us out again.
Good times Bro! Good times. But I doubt my little brother would help us out again on anything like that again. Mom told him she was dissappointed he allowed us to talk him into something so cruel, and two years later I think he's still feeling the guilt.But maybe we can come up something else fun -No, Amy; don't walk away mad. I was just joking. We'd never trick little kids. Just the big ones. You know, the ones really too old to be begging for candy door to door anyways.
Nevermind her dude. Here have another brew, and we'll figure out something fun.
I know, Amy. That's one thing I miss by traveling so much. I'm usually in the French Quarter on Halloween night, so I have no chance to pass out candy and watch the cute little trick-or-treaters.
I think Halloween is ridiculous. Humans dressing up like us and then begging for candy! If they really wanted to be like us, they'd trick-or-treat at the morgue or the blood bank.
That's an interesting point of view, Vic. I guess.I like Halloween well enough, but I didn't appreciate some of the mean tricks my older brother played on me. He didn't save them up for Halloween, though - he was a jerk all year long.
How about the tricks we play on you, Ricky? Like the time we told you we ate the hotel manager and you freaked out? Hilarious!
Yeah, Bo. You guys are a lot of laughs. Constant source of mirth, and all that.
Is that supposed to be sarcasm, human?
I think it is, Bo. We'll get him later. Halloween is only a few days away...
I've never been one for playing pranks, I'm afraid. But I've always loved Halloween. I enjoy handing out candy to the little kids, and watching them scamper around. As for my favorite treat, I'm rather partial to reeses.
I've TPed a house before. But that was just because the punk I drained had been doing that, and I didn't have any use for 6 rolls of toilet paper.Before I was turned I loved chocolate cake. Now, I enjoy a good drunk. Easy to catch, and they have a nice buzz.
Be careful about that, Charles. Vic grabbed what he thought was an ordinary drunk, only the guy was on something else as well. We almost didn't have a singer for that night's show.
See, that is why I only eat food that is already dead and FDA-approved.
I'm with you on that, Ginger. By the way, have you got any scones today? I never really thought of myself as a scone guy, but you've got me addicted.
Halloween's not ridiculous, Vic! It's a lot of fun... besides, shouldn't you feel flattered that we humans like dressing up as undead creatures like you?
Geez, Ricky, I'm sorry to hear that. Sounds like your older brother was a real a**hole - and your band doesn't help matters.I'm proud of the fact that I'm a good big brother. Oh, I might play a few tricks on Sam, but it's all in the spirit of the season. Right, little Sis?
Uh, right, Big Bro. Keep telling yourself that. What about the time you told me Buddy had been carried off by goblins during a thunderstorm - and I found out he was just cowering in the garage? That wasn't very nice, was it?
Hehe. As I said... all in the spirit of the season.And in my defense, I was only ten at the time. I've grown a lot since then.
I like Reese's, too, Alexander - the pieces AND the peanut butter cups - but down in the Hollow, we make our own treats.Like Ricky and Ginger, the Hollowites are partial to scones and other homemade pastries.
Wow, Charles. Vampires have no use for toilet paper? Must be nice.Hey, Devi, how does Ruby Hollow celebrate Halloween?
Hi, Meg! Well, given that the Hollow is a melting pot of different cultures and histories, we tend to celebrate plenty of holidays, including Halloween. We decorate the various levels of the Hollow and hold a costume ball on the night itself. Spooky decor, creepy music, yummy treats - it's a ton of fun!
Bo: I'm blown away! hahaha. Thats too funny "the time we told you we ate the hotel manager". hahahaYeah, I can see how that might freak out your manager.Ricky, with that particular "band" of characters, I'd think you'd be used to that sort of thing by now.Nutmeg: A trick doesn't have to be hard to pull off to be enjoyable. I got mad at my little brother once and hid all his colored pencils. He couldn't draw for days and that drove him totally nuts. For a long time after, all I had to do was look at his pencils and he'd freak.
Nutmeg, I would have kept the toilet paper, but it would have been no good. Alexander keeps everything well stocked. Besides, he doesn't like when I bring home things from a kill. I think he thinks it's wrong to steal from a dead man.Ricky, or Vic f you don't mind me asking, what was the drunk that Vic grabbed? I've fortunately never run into something that's not human, but thanks for the heads up.
You're right, Cal. Even a simple trick can, uh, do the trick.So, um, Charles, what you're saying is that you DO use toilet paper? And let me get this straight... Alexander doesn't mind that you drain people, but heaven forbid you steal from them. Interesting moral code.
I don't mind him draining people because he has to do it to continue living. However Charles has no right to take the belongings that now rightfully belong to the relatives of the deceased. That's how I see it at least.As for your other question, Nutmeg, Charles does not, I do. If he had brought it home it would have been for my use. Which I think would be rather disgusting to use a dead man's toilet paper. Sorry for the confusion.
Sure, Ricky... I have some apricot scones left. Those are my mom's favorite. They have an apricot-honey puree swirled through them.Have two, they're small.
What is "toilet paper?"
Charles, the guy was human, all right. But he'd been ingesting something other than alcohol, if you know what I mean. I wasn't expecting it and it knocked me out cold. I missed setup and rehearsal and had to do that gig cold.
Ginger, thanks for the scones. Delicious, as always.Calvin, the "trick" the guys played on me was pretty early in my management of them. I'd still be pissed if I thought they did something like that, though. The problem is that they're unpredictable.
No need to apologize, Alexander. I'm the ignorant one. Forgive my stupid questions - I don't know many vampires and werewolves.P.S. I'm not sure that the relatives of those that Charles kills would even pay attention to missing toilet paper. But I understand that you have to draw a line somewhere...
I promise you're not the only ignorant one. Our author spent a good 20-40 minutes trying to figure out a good answer to that question. And you're right, the relatives probably wouldn't notice or care about the toilet paper. It's more of just the priniple of the thing. Marenya, I'm not quite sure how to put this. Toilet paper is a thin sheet of paper that comes on a roll. It is used to clean up after you relieve yourself. Some pranksters often string it through trees of their neighbors, friends, or enemies, as it is notoriously hard to get rid of once it gets wet.
Oh, I concur, Alexander. Wet toilet paper is no fun at all. As I recall, my family home was T.P.'d when I was a kid. Turned out to be some boys that liked my twin older sisters. The morning after they decorated our trees with toilet paper, it rained a hard New Orleans rain, so my dad made the boys clean up the mess - which was funny to watch.
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