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  1. Three years ago (I have the photo somewhere), everybody in the family dressed up as Peanuts characters, at the suggestion of my niece.

    Okay, she was the first child born in our family in 14 years, and the first on the East Coast in almost 25, so “command” might be more accurate.

    I got to be Charlie Brown.

  2. I was mistaken for Edison Lee once.

    I kid, I kid, I don’t know anyone else who read Edison Lee…

  3. “I don’t know anyone else who read Edison Lee…”

    I did, when it first began. The comic was heavily promoted in our local newspaper, because John Hambrock had a local connection that I never could figure out. So I read it from the time it began in 2006 until we left WI in 2015.

    Perhaps it’s one I should start reading again . . .

  4. My older niece is Lucy.

    I know, she looked kind of Violetty to me too, but the young’un assigned her to be Lucy and this was the best she could do.

  5. I’ve appeared as Batman, and Superman. I also appeared as Mr. Slate, Fred Flintstone’s boss once. The whole department at work dressed as Flintstones. While these are better known for other media, such as comic books, TV, movies, and cartoons, they have all appeared as comic strips at some point, I believe.

    These days I’d like to dress as Arlo and hope Janis’ eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be. She’s a fox!

  6. Very early on, my brother and I wanted to go as superheroes. As I recall, my brother got to be Superman, but my mom didn’t want to make me a Batman costume (either because of the difficulty with the mask, or because she thought the TV show was too inane – which in retrospect it certainly was). However, I had an alternative idea that was perfectly acceptable to us both: “There’s no need to fear… Underdog is here!

  7. Violet has only a single short ponytail in the back. Lucy’s hair is chin-length but shows as a bushy lock behind each ear, so the twinned ponytails (along with the blue shirt) kind of evoke the look.

  8. I have a friend who dressed up as Spaceman Spiff from Calvin and Hobbes. The rectangular glasses was what made it recognizable.

  9. If I bothered wth the holiday at all, I might want to dress as Brewster Rockitm though my build is more like that of his shipmate, Cliff, alas.

  10. A friend used a magic marker to put a swirl on her baby’s bald head, got her a yellow t-shirt, also doctored with a magic marker, and her kid was instantly recognizable as Charlie Brown. It started to make me wonder, as I never had, why a kid Charlie Brown’s age should be bald, except for one stray hair.

  11. At this stage of the game, I identify with Momlady from Calvin and Hobbes. I did try to convince my kids that the short one should go as Calvin, with the tall older sibling as Hobbes. In spite of the fact they were both born after Watterson retired, they’ve read all the books.

  12. For a few decades I’ve sported a handmade button with the message, “This is a Halloween Costume. I’m Actually Brad Pitt”.

    Back in grade school there was a last day of school costume contest. Around fourth grade I went as The Mighty Thor, with a crudely crafted paper helmet, yellow crepe paper hair, and a posterboard chest plate; all of my own creation. I was even shorter and fatter than now, so the effect was less than heroic.

    When my eldest nephew was little, I helped his parents concoct a “Shredder” outfit. Since armies of his peers were Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I was a bit concerned about him being the lone villain, but he came home from school unbruised. As an adult he’s an artist working on the latest TMNT animated series.

  13. My daughters put on a costume party every Halloween. A few years ago the theme was superheroes, and I went as the Geriatric Human Torch. Still dresses in spandex, but because of age he can no longer burst into flame. He carries a fireplace lighter and flicks it now and then while shouting “Flame on!” Everybody humors him, but it’s just not the same. 🙂 I had a lot of fun portraying this guy, a little more comic book than strip.

  14. Never have, but if I could and had the costuming skills I’d go as my favorite superhero — Fearless, Fighting, Foul-Mouthed Wonder Wart-Hog.

    (I’d probably not try to duplicate the stink, though.)

  15. Comic book character would have been too much for us. The Halloween I turned 5 I was in kindergarten and had never dressed up for Halloween – as kids did not do so where we lived. At the last minute I decided that I wanted to dress up and go trick or treating (by which we know that Halloween was not on Friday, Saturday or Sunday that year or I would have been otherwise engaged) so mom put jewelry, makeup scarf, etc on me and I went as a “mommy”,

    When I was 7 (and Halloween did fall on the weekend that year) I dressed as doctor with the white watch my parents gave me for my birthday, our dentist’s shirt and white pants. My senior year in high school after successfully avoiding Halloween parties for years my boyfriend decided at the last minute we should go to a party a mutual friend and his siblings were having at a firehouse near their home. No costume. Back to the mommy costume, he wore suit. I took my sister’s baby doll wrapped in a blanket; he borrowed a pipe from my dad. (Geezer alert) When anyone asked who we were dressed as he would take his pipe and say “Hi there, Frank Farkle here, this is my wife Fanny Farkle. We left the kids Mark and Sparkle Farkle at home but we did bring her. (Open baby blanket , pop out doll and say for her “hiii) has anyone seen Ferd Burfle?” (These are the highlights of my costumes.) but after college husband was invited to a Halloween costume party by an old friend of his and wanted to go. We went as Mrs. Lovett and Sweeny Todd – why? because we owned a plastic toy straight razor and had no other idea to work with.

    Note – reenacting reproduction clothing is never to worn as a costume.

    Oh, one year as kid my mom was going to buy me a Wilma Flintstone costume – one of the ones with the plastic face mask. Something I did not really understand at the time – the store employee said that I was too big for the Wilma costume and could only have a Fred. In my mind at the time and for some decades later this meant to me that Fred was bigger and Wilma was smaller (fat, tall kid back then – it was only later I was fat & short). Decades later it occurred to me that what was probably meant was that the Wilma costume was out of stock in the size costume which fit me and they had only Fred left in my size – duh!

  16. I may have said this a long, long time ago in thread far away:
    Pedant: Someone you resent for knowing more than you care to.

  17. Arthur, a pedant brings more information than is necessary to an interaction. Just because I could go on about the topic for an hour, doesn’t mean I need to when someone asks “Why did Japan attack Pearl Harbor in 1941?” I can give a thirty-second answer which serves for casual purposes. I used this as an example as I’m always happy to get value from my Asian Studies degree.

    So, knowing stuff doesn’t make you a pedant. Not knowing what is the correct amount of detail required in a situation is what makes a pedant. I’d saying the worst kind of pedant is the kind that thinks they know stuff but is, more often than not, wrong.

  18. SingaporeBill: I don’t think that your definition captures the essence of pedantry — you seem to be defining a bore. A pedant can be concise, and still be a pedant.

  19. “the worst kind of pedant is the kind that thinks they know stuff but is, more often than not, wrong.”

    That would be a ‘pedon’t’ . . .

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