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.