Happy Halloween

[featherynscale]

If you haven't seen me since Saturday, you have missed the Joker-green hair I'm sporting for the Halloween season. It was a must-do for the 'Joker as Victorian lady' outfit I'm doing for tonight. Incidentally, the "Do a Batman villain of a different gender, in a historical period" thing caught on at the house -- triadruid is doing Venetian courtier Harley Quinn, kittenpants is doing La Penguine, who happens to be the 18th century French street girl version of the Penguin, and matchgirl42, coming late to the game and without benefit of an extensive costume closet, is gonna do Captain Stingaree, also as a pirate, but hey! Pirates are historical! If these costumes work out well, I imagine we'll do them again for Dragon*Con... we've certainly generated some concepts for the other folks who are likely to go to Con with us...

Anyway, that's not what the post is about. The post is about the green hair. I've been wearing it since Saturday, and it's Very Impressive at the office. So yesterday, as I'm leaving the office, The Boss says, "I expect to see you in costume tomorrow", in a way that suggests "It will need to be a costume that justifies this green hair". The Joker costume is no good for work, in that it involves corsetry -- y'all have seen the pictures. Not work safe. So I roll in this morning in my finest punk rock attire - green hair, tall boots, spiked collar, studded bands, nosering, wrecked t-shirt, and black BDUs. The co-workers say things like, "You just have this stuff lying around, don't you?". Hell, yes I do.

Extra bonus amusement: last year, at the office, I dressed up like The Boss. This year, she came in dressed as me. I've known this woman for six years or so, and I think this is the first time I have ever seen her in pants.

So, internet, what are you wearing?

Comments

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I have a camera phone, yes. I have not the first clue what it does with the pictures once it takes them. I suppose I could investigate the possibility...

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

Details are already written, text me if you need more specifics. I pledge complete tech support to get this working for you!

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Ah. The first barrier to that for me is that while I'm certain that my phone has an email address, I have not even a suspicion about what it might be. :(

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

Easy way to learn:
Take a picture. Tell it to send. When it asks where to send it, switch to text mode and send it to your email address. Then, check your email and look at the return address.

Also, if you tell me your provider, I can probably tell you what it is.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Nevermind. Got that part. However, the phone is ded now, so further experimentation will have to be postponed until I can get home where the charger is. *sigh*.

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

Kewl!

Now, if I could only figure out how to get you to post pictures from inside your dreams...

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I will be an early adopter of that technology. However, it will occasionally mean that I'll be broadcasting explicit monster-sex, or scenes of disassembling myself, and so on. But hey. You pays your money, you takes your chances. :)

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

You make it sound like those are bad things...

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Nah, they're just two of the things that most often have me wandering down to the Offices of the Subconscious to bang on the door and make bewildered demands of the brain-gremlins. You know, like, "Was that really necessary?" or "What, exactly is that supposed to symbolize?", and occasionally, "I did not feed that to my brain. Where the hell did it come from?".