Yog-Sothoth and other Halloween Costume Rejects

A change of pace from catastrophic fiction to catastrophic Halloween costumes.

Yog-Sothoth Costume and other Costumes Heralding My Doom
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I’ve often undertaken an ambitious fiction project with multiple themes and layers of meaning, the next Moby Dick, that instead ends up being the next unfinished, unpublished Atlas Shrugged. Likewise, I had several costume misadventures this year.

1. First, inspired by the fluke man of X-Files fame, I thought I would be an anchovy man. Canned anchovies do look a bit like leeches. I had stapled anchovies over three quarters of my naked body when I ran out of anchovies. Fortunately, I had a staple remover available, but what a waste of perfectly good anchovies.
2. My next attempt was to dress up as Yog-Sothoth, but since ole Yog lives in another dimension incomprehensible to people, I had a lot of difficulty putting a costume together. I ended up with an infinite mobius loop that nearly drove me insane.
3. My attempt at a Yog-Sothoth costume inspired me to be a crazy lunatic. I gave up after an hour when I couldn’t figure out how to get into the straight-jacket.
4. Of course, I had to take a stab at a zombie costume. I thought I would settle the debate between running zombies and walking zombies by dressing as a skipping zombie. I’m pretty out of shape, so I didn’t have the stamina to keep up  sustained skipping-based locomotion.
5. Reflection of a mirror in a mirror. Didn’t have a magnifying glass suitable to render the 9 millionth reflection in a reflection.
6. Thought I might try myself from one of the alternate universes where I am a well-known, highly successful author, but I realized that to pull that off I’d actually need a published body of work.
7. Pasted the letter K on my chest to represent Derrida’s Text without Context, which resulted in the disintegration of my metaphysical presence