I was de proud father of de cutest little Tank Girl on Halloween, complete with Battle Tank Stroller. Even if dat hair cut gave her grandmere a few disapproving words.

I saw a Logan last night wit' safety scissors for claws, et I approved. For de record, it wasn't 'stealing all de Milk Duds from de Twilight brats knocking at our door,' it was merely keeping my pick-pocket skills fresh.

I might have showed a slight bias on the little ones last night in Vader outfits, even if it was black pajamas, the mask and painted egg cartons for the chest piece. I regret nothing.

But a lesson to the wise: never try to egg a Jedi's house or bike, the eggs make U-turns and come after you. True story.

I'm confused.

And apparently lost.