We're halfway through November, and only now I realize that Halloween came and went without me really having a chance to appreciate it in all its autumn glory. More than half of the scary films I had my heart set on watching didn't make it on my Netflix list, because I've been too busy catching up with all the YouTube vloggers I began to follow a couple of months back. Last summer I was barely aware of the whole vlogging concept and now I'm officially an addict that doesn't wanna go to rehab, no, no, no. But then again, I really wanted to celebrate Halloween, so it didn't stop me from walking out of my apartment looking like the luck lacking creature of the night I could only shape shift into thanks to my Chinese friends, who happened to have the pointy black ears I was looking for.
I know that in England or the States they don't really half-ass their Halloween costumes they way I did, but you have to keep in mind that I live in the Canary Islands and here we really do half-ass most of the made up holidays and everything connected to them. To be fair, the Halloween tradition (or the American version of it) picked up quite a bit in the past few years, but we still have a long way to go from kids attacking our houses with toilet paper rolls if we don't have any candy to throw their way. Maybe someday.
Tonight, however, I'm in the mood for some Tim Burton, and I want to catch that mood before Christmas spirit tackles it like that polar bear from Coca-Cola commercial. Lately though, it's been hard to find a Tim Burton movie that doesn't have his wife or Johhny Depp in it, so it kind of feels like Tim Burton has just one unending movie with the characters compulsively changing their hairstyles. But hey, if in doubt, I could always go vintage and call Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.