I went to a little Halloween party on Saturday. Friends of friends of friends, or something like that. I haven't dressed in costume for Halloween since I was in college and went as Hans and Franz. I don't remember if I was Hans or Franz, but I do remember fashioning myself a lovely pair of pecs out of foam that had string running through them and down each sleeve so I could make them move while I posed.

I've never really gotten into Halloween and costumes before. It has always seemed like a waste of money to spend so much on an elaborate costume you only wear once. Kind of like a wedding dress.

This year I decided to take a tip from Budget Living and dress for less. I went as an "identity crisis". I grabbed a handful of "HELLO. My name is..." stickers and wrote different names on them. Then I affixed them to my shirt. (Note: they stick better on clothes that haven't been washed with liquid fabric softener.) Among my personalities: Tyler Durden, Your Momma, Cinder-fucking-rella, Napoleon Dynamite, Paris Hilton, Dooce, Adam, Clark Kent and of course, The Other Brian.

I was surprised to see someone made that Cat Litter Cake so popular in email forwards. It was absolutely disgusting looking. While it is made of a cake mix and pudding and actual food, it's hard to get past the presentation.

Adam didn't seem to mind so much. By the way, that picture is not of me not appreciating Adam's sense of humor, but my expression after sampling the cat litter cake.