fake red suspenders - Friday October 29 1999
My plans for being some sort of Wizard of Oz Tin Man for Halloween ran into a few problems this morning. There's only so far you can go with duct tape and tin foil. A metallic hat I'd made last night was, at best, simply the outline of a Tin Man hat. So I just said fuck it and went on something of a costume tangent, only beginning with the idea of being metallic. With Kim's help, I put together an outfit consisting entirely of Kim's clothes. One of these was a form-fitting pair of black pants overlain with a silvery grid design. Kim's most silvery article of clothing was a simple leather miniskirt (a hand-me-down from Aunt Betty) which looked good over my shoulders. I tucked my hair into a tinfoil & duct-tape cap beneath that weird abstract woodsman's cap and painted my face silver using some of Steph's aluminum powder face paint. Finishing touches included a string of plastic beads and a little hollow-headed Lego action figure strung on bicolour telephone connection wire around my neck. I ended up looking like a metallic superhero. Kim and I walked Sophie around the block as I made a few last minute additions and alterations and little kids waiting at the bus stop waved at me like I was some sort of celebrity they couldn't quite place.
She grumbled a little about it, but Kim drove me to work. When she let me off, she said it felt as if she was dropping off her little kid at school on Halloween day. By the way, when did Halloween become an adult's holiday? I never remember adults getting dressed up for Halloween back when I was a kid.
Costume participation around the office ran at about 60%. Everyone who had worked there at least six months was dressed up, with the exception of Developer Dave. It seemed that some of the newer people didn't really believe that they were expected to come to work in costume. The vast majority of the costumes were obviously rented from costume suppliers and didn't vary from the usual traditional Halloween characters and recent movie characters. When people asked what I was, my answers ranged from "Copy-over robot" to "gas burner."
At around lunch, a group of a dozen of us (or so) headed down to San Diego State University to visit briefly with Theo. Theo is big-haired surfer dude from Pacific Beach who works seven days a week as a field campus marketer, and it's his job to organize and run the down-and-dirty student-recruitment operation. His methods are varied, but today he was giving away free slices of pizza to students who would sign up and become members on the web site we've built for them. As he looked over the operation, Dmitri wasn't impressed, saying, "College kids don't want a slice of pizza. They want to get laid! We ought to be handing out free condoms and displaying pictures of attractive members!" Dmitri isn't the only one who is dubious about our company's grassroots efforts. For one thing, many of the members who are signed up at kiosks these days do so upon computers that aren't even hooked up to a network; they're stored in a local MS Access database which is synchronized with our central database at a later time. Whether or not these people ever actually go to our site is seriously at issue. Nothing much happened while we were there except for repeated comments made by my male co-workers concerning the beauty of the many young female students. Kevin the DBA was, as usual, the one most affected; beautiful women seem to cause him something akin to pain.
Me in Ocean Beach this morning.
Me with Sophie.
Me at the office.
Neighbor Lisa chats with one of the VPs of Corporate Development.
Kim and one of the new developers, a guy named Don. The picture would have been better had Don's priestly white square been as visible as Kim's fishnets.
A Manhattan in the hand is worth a dozen in someone else's.
Sweaty armpits after dancing excessively.
I kiss Kim's fishnet stockings. The sombrero belongs to Peter the Developer.
Peter the developer and some unknown new blond employee. I have a Miss America sash in my hands.
John the Editor dude dressed as what Kevin would term a "slutita." The girl is Christina, one of the new community serfs.
Al as a drunk nun.
Front to back: the Director of Engineering, one of the VPs of Corporate Development, and Sherms the Web Designer. The VP of Corporate Development is dressed as a world wide web concept piece, complete with AOL 4.0 installation CD.
Left to right: Christina the community serf, Kevin the DBA and Don the Developer.
Al surrounded by fetishistically-costumed co-worker chicks.
One more for the liver.