I used to dress up for Halloween. Most every year I found I was able to come up with something worth showing off at work—whether it be Chris and me as the Pusher and Shover Robots (from one of the granddaddies of Flash memes) or my much-prized Brak costume (complete with articulated spring-loaded jaw).
But that was all because I always felt I could outdo everyone else's costume that bothered to try, especially since no off-the-shelf costume could compare to something cobbled together from felt, cardboard boxes, papier-mâché, and chicken wire. These days, though, it seems the bar's been lifted beyond my reach.
Brian Tiemann
