That's How It Happened

Managed to rescue my costume disaster with a set of Scarecrow devil horns and gold vampire teeth. Add these babies to some Corpse Cake TM make-up and a splash of fake blood and I should look truly terrifying.
Got a whole slew of classic cocktails and canapes rolling out tonight, but just have to share one little gem I mixed up. Cartwright's patent Root Beer Daquiri:
1 Take one bottle of Root Beer and drink a big slug of it.
2 Squish a 1/8th section of lime into the neck, like with a Sol Cerveza
3 Top with rum of choice, I'm favouring Bacardi Anejo
Don't nobody go registering this baby at cocktail.com, this could be my Flaming Homer.

F$£k UPS and the horse they didn't ride in on. My mask has totally failed to be delivered. I would like to blame Britain's striking digruntled postal workers but its probably just corporate incompetence stateside. Too busy panicking over party preparations to care more, but next time I will put my faith in Dalsey, Hillblom, and Lynn.

Ever wanted to be an extreme sports-person? Tony Hawk's Journal cataloguing the injuries sustained on the Boom Boom Huck Jam Tour might make you glad you became a research epidemiologist or a West Nile Virus Eradication Professional instead. Extreme Channel pick an overall Legend of Extreme this weekend. Still time to vote for Rodney Mullen, or go get a copy of T.H.U.G in order to exercise yours thumbs a little. More obsessive detail here.

Which bitch stole my hat? This is the last known photo of me wearing my favourite hat while I was checking the Mantle of Beez at Farmageddon. Somehow I got a little wasted, and some weasel robbed me of head gear. Kind souls in New York or Tokyo might like to send me a new hat from Supreme. Perhaps the scuzz bucket who now sports my fetching chapeau has already confessed at GroupHug. If you see someone with this cap on, you have my permission to accost them. Claim the internet told you to do it.

Wanna give my love and respect to Dr Matthew Alvarez M.D, who flew back to North Carolina this weekend. He's from the town of Circleville Ohio, famed for their bigass pumpkins. If you find this insipiring then this is the only book for you.

I am having a party, a halloween party to be precise, an eighties halloween housewarming to be exact. My mask is still being shipped by UPS from the states at enormous cost. Canape menus are being prepared, cocktails devised (gangrene zombie and root beer daquiris), and DJs hired. Costume coming from Angels, its a kinda Matrixesque floor length coat. Anyhoo my actual job is calling, gotta go cure the sick. More party preparations to follow, and more on new found fame at Nixta.