The woman who first made my name problematic is dead. In addition to Halloween, she also wrote Clue, one of those movies I've seen a thousand times, have on DVD, but still can't resist watching from start to finish every time it's on TV. So I suppose everytime a cashier rings up my credit card and asks, "Where's your knife?" I'll just remember the writer of Halloween gave me many laughs at well.

I've been back from Vegas for awhile, but had to jump immediately back into school mode. Research paper due tomorrow afternoon. So I'll relate my Vegas tale (and how I lost $10,000...sort of) later.