With lack of any other ideas, I think I'm going to reprise my Michael Moore costume tonight. I'm probably going down to the Village. Here's my current away message, a transliterated Yiddish one: Heint is a chogeg fun di catolike mentchen, un epes tragen maseychus, ober nisht c'mo Mordechai un Ester, ober machsheyfus un ruchos. Efsher ich vel zaynen tzu dem Shtetl Greenwich.
-Out of boredom I wrote something in Yiddish about Halloween
"Today is a holiday for the Catholics, and some wear masks, but not such as Mordechai and Esther, but witches and ghosts. I might go to Greenwich Village."
EDIT 11/1/05 12:24 AM: Nope, surprise birthday costume party and then a night of debauchered paper-writing in Butler