Even More Halloween Pix

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More Halloween Pix: 2008

Here are some more images from Halloween 08. The day shots are from our day of trick-or-treating at the Hogle Zoo. Great day for the kids, tiring day for the parents. The night shots are taken on our front walk prior to venturing onto the streets for two hours of trick-or-treating.

The kids were proud to have Pac-Man as their escort. And as we went along, several adults and kids shouted, "Hey, Pac-Man!" Ian and Lora became my PR reps as we trekked, yelling to people as we approached (if they had not already witnessed the three-and-a-half-foot-in-diameter yellow disc strolling towards them), "My dad's Pac-Man!"

One family requested that I stop and pose for a photo with them, which I did. And a group of teenagers high-fived me as we strolled past.

After three years of creating costumes out of cardboard that I somehow affix to my head, it's become a tradition expected by my kids and the neighborhood. I haven't conceived of next year's costume, but I plan on making it more neck-friendly -- I'm still popping Advil from the two hours of wearing this year's on All Hallow's Eve.

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The Ghosts of Halloweens Past

The first stop on our tour of the Yates family is a brief stroll through our most recent Halloweens. Because, as Confucious wrote, "You can never really begin to know someone until you've walked a mile in their Pac-Man head." (This, of course, is a loose translation: the Chinese character that I'm reading as Pac-Man can alternately mean "yak cart.")

Vital stats: as of today, we're hauling six people in our minivan.

Me -- I'm 37 and swarthy.

Heidi -- the woman I conned into marrying me. She remains 25 as a portrait of her ages in our attic.

Ian -- He's nine, and owns the patent for the sabor squid (Saboris squidititus).

Lora -- She's five, and recently told me, "Dad, did you know that a long time ago, when people were poor, they didn't have computers? They had typewriters." Ouch, said I, as I adjusted my Depends man-diaper.

Isabel -- Bel is three, and tonight, she had me tie a hooded towel on her so she could transform into Super Hood Man.

Tess -- Little Tess can shake her 364-day-old head just like Stevie Wonder. 'Nuff said.

You'll see some or all of us in these Halloweenie pix. You can date the photos by my costume: In 2008, I was Pac-Man; in 2007, I was a hammer; in 2006 I was a mailbox.

Trick-or-treat.

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Behold, the Sabor Squid

Why blog?

Some are in it for the money. Not I.

Some are in it for the affirmation -- I blog, therefore I am. Not I.

Some are in it for the babes. [pause...wife, Heidi, hits me...I quickly type:] Not I.

No, I began this blog mainly because my son invented a monster. A creature of the sea so fierce and so slimy, I had to create a blog to introduce the world to it. (By "world," I mean "my family," my primary audience for this blog. Of course, I welcome all others who wish to take my hand and go for a ride inside my head.)

Yes, my son conjured the Sabor Squid.

Now, I publish his initial work on the Sabor Squid, the first known studies on the beast:

"My monster is called the Sabor squid. (It means big-tooth squid). The front side is red. The back side is purple. It also has one eye that's black. It's one hundred fifty feet long, ten feet wide. It also has fifty foot long tentacles. And it's dangerous. It lives in the Pacific Ocean.

"It lives toward the middle of the ocean. Of coarse it smells salty. It also sometimes dries up on land. And whre it lives, it's dark blue.

"It only eats people if it's mad. Other than that, it eats fish. And planton. And also seals. It can spray ink. It can jump out of the water fifty feet, and it can swim one hundred m.p.h. How [it] swims is it puts its tentacles together, and wiggles. My monster rocks."

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Ian's Sabor Squid: (see image above)

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Pay No Attention to the Man behind the Blog

Chris Yates here.

I'm starting a blog. Yeah, I'm a little late to that bandwagon, I know. Nonetheless, I part the curtain on cyberspace and tentatively slide in.

What should you know about me?

I once caught a fish with my bare hands. This is true. I was nine. At no other time in my life have I been closer to being a ninja.

I love listening to the Carpenters. I admit this of my own free will, waiving my Fifth Amendment Right to not incriminate myself.

Finally, right this very moment, my daughter's Hannah Montana foil balloon, low on helium, but not empty, is floating ominously towards me, bobbing up and down, as if it has become sentient and is stalking me -- I think it can sense that I have no idea how to defend against a balloon attack.

In any case, that's enough for now. I'll let you know a little more about me and the reason for this blog tomorrow.

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