It is Halloween, and I have gone with what came most naturally: the snobby Frenchman. Note among other things the conspicuous placement of Sartre. Perhaps inevitably, I ran into an actual French couple. They seemed to enjoy it.
Closeup. Be wary, my friends, for this guy will get deconstructivist on you without even being provoked.
Special Bonus Feature! Since it is Halloween, I took a picture a week ago of the Frankenstein-like gash I incurred on my finger while cutting tile backer on Make A Difference Day. WARNING: If you are sensitive to things like grievous, bloody injuries, do not click the link. SECOND WARNING: Seriously. It’s healing up okay now, and I got a tetanus shot to be sure. Pic.
