Plenty of punks in Chicago. No, we don't always wear the stereotypical garb in the 9-5 world but there's a lot of us around and we're not all "old" either.
Just be sure to watch out for "The Creature That Lived In The Refrigerator, Behind the Mayonnaise, Next to the Ketchup and to the Left of the Cole Slaw!"
Real, actually scary, decorations are what's missing from Halloween. Mostly blotted out by PC, helicopter parents like the one above. Just had a discussion about that fact the other day.
When I was a kid there was a house in town that put on a huge display (back before everyone decorated.) the whole town went every year. The donation box was actually a coffin with a hand that would grab your money from you. (I suspect it was spring loaded but I was too afraid to get close.) Every year I begged to go, and every year I'd get so scared out of my little kid mind I'd wind up crying. Add that to the neighbor who had a flying ghost that attached you as you walked past (while he laughed at us whole time) or the guy who had the loudest, pee your pants inducing, buzzer, ever, in the window that he would set off when you walked up the path to his house and THAT is Halloween. That is why it's called TRICK-or-Treat not "let's decorate everything cute and go begging for candy handouts." I miss that Halloween.
Yahoo would have been better served actually finishing out ANY of the product ideas they've released and then let languish over the past twelve (ish) years. The company came out with plenty of great ideas that never actually came to functional fruition.
How about a female theme "Hey guy" parody? I think this grates because it perpetuates the stereotypes about women and their ability to create and use tech
Glad the cat is ok. That being said, this and secondary poisoning (if the cat ate a poisoned rat or mouse) are the two biggest reasons NOT to use poison for pest control.
Boo Berry used to be a favorite of mine as a kid. I tried some when they brought it back a few years ago and I found it completely disgusting. Kinda ruined that childhood illusion of the magical blue cereal.
Where I work, the state testing is all done online via computer. They put the cardboard or file folders on the sides of the monitors or between the computers. It's honestly a requirement to have such anti-cheating measures in place.
Pretty much. Everyone worked in the mills and when they fell under due to forgein competition everything collapsed. Changed the whole dynamic of "The Region." It's a complex issue with a lot of state and national politics involved. It was a very quick decline too.
Most of those houses are in deplorable condition. The neighborhoods aren't good either unfortunately. Gary does desperately need the tax revenue. Problem is, people who can afford $25-50k worth of house (repairs) don't want to be there in the first place, otherwise they would already be living in Gary. It's a very sad example of the decline of American industry and the effects of "white flight." Some areas of the city are starting to reap the benefits of what has been a slow revival process. Those areas are small and in the case of the Miller Beach area have always had some success even inspite of the declines. Gary COULD be a great place to live but it's going to take a long time to rehabilitate the city. Personally, I fear that this has started the beginnings of gentrification in the area. Northwest Indiana is infamous for people running away from one area because of what, I begrudgingly admit, are closed minded ideas. This usually causes a domino effect in the area. Until people here start accepting other people's differences, stop blaming each other for what is an area wide problem and start taking personal responsibility, I don't see much changing. It could be a great city again and I hope I get to see that happen in my lifetime.
When I was a kid there was a house in town that put on a huge display (back before everyone decorated.) the whole town went every year. The donation box was actually a coffin with a hand that would grab your money from you. (I suspect it was spring loaded but I was too afraid to get close.) Every year I begged to go, and every year I'd get so scared out of my little kid mind I'd wind up crying. Add that to the neighbor who had a flying ghost that attached you as you walked past (while he laughed at us whole time) or the guy who had the loudest, pee your pants inducing, buzzer, ever, in the window that he would set off when you walked up the path to his house and THAT is Halloween. That is why it's called TRICK-or-Treat not "let's decorate everything cute and go begging for candy handouts."
I miss that Halloween.