Happy Halloween, Judeo-Christians!
Despite the fact that we get enough candy to choke a moderately large dog, my house never really gets a whole lot of trick-or-treaters, so this year, I decided to sweeten the pot a little bit by giving away copies of Fantastic Four #60 (the nine-cent Mark Waid/Mike Weiringo issue) to see if that would do the trick.
It didn't. Only six kids came by. But out of those six, I did get the most awesome halfass costume I've ever seen: Polo Shirt Spider-Man.
I'll cop to always being a little disappointed when kids show up without costumes--I mean really, it's Halloween, you can dress like whatever you want!--and this was clearly a case of the family's oldest kid deciding at the last minute that he wanted some candy too and swiping his little brother's mask, leaving him to go as Civil War #3 Spider-Man, at least in my head. For some reason, though, the idea of Spider-Man hanging out at Avengers Tower on Biz Cas Fri just cracked me up to no end and made the whole night worth it.
Comics-related content resumes tomorrow, after I'm through recovering from The Supernaturals with a mixing bowl full of Almond Joys and Bully.