Here's a roundup of costumes gone awry at the AV Club to which I contributed. I'm mad because I swore I had a picture online somewhere of my "punk" costume, which consisted of me wearing an autograph-able jacket with a lot of my mom's pins on it and some colored hairspray.
Here is what came of my failed Beetlejuice costume though:
This one is marginally better:
But nothing beats this costume of my brother's:
Nope, not even his tree costume:
Here's something that's not scary: check me out tonight with amazing and fabulous writers Stacey Ballis, Jen Lancaster and Wendy McClure at the Book Cellar.