I seem to be incapable of accoplishing much of anything today besides blogging. So here's some more of it. Besides, it's been a while since Catherine's put up one of her baked masterpieces.

Most guys have a some sort of culinary specialty. Sometimes it's pathetic, along the lines of this guy. Sometimes it's useful, like Kriston's famed breakfast tacos. I suppose my specialty is pumpkin pie. It doesn't really hit the masculine or practical notes that I'd prefer, but it's damn tasty. And I only have to make it once or twice a year.

Mom's recipe and associated pics below the cut.

i haven't followed what's going on re the smoking ban in d.c., but here in chicago, it passed the committee and the city council will probably approve it pretty soon. but the observer gives smokers one possible positive outcome to being exiled in the freezing cold while you suck down the sweet nicotine: love. aw.

i have to give d.c. the upper hand on costumes, based on tommy's photos, but just for fun, here are a few from my night.

also, an interesting aside: that black wig is apparently the magical key to getting hit on by the women. who knew? does it make me look like a lesbian? i guess i'll never know.

Speaking of party photos, I've got to say I'm a little surprised by sets like this one. I expected the Blue States Lose crowd to put forward a solid Halloween effort. But to be honest, it looks pretty much like any other New York/LA hipster party — except the participants might be dimly more aware of how ridiculous they look.

Last night was interesting. We made it to a good party, a great party, and a bar. More on the parties in a sec. First, the costumes. Adams Morgan turned out to have the best ones. We met all of the folks pictured on the street, and all in quick succession.

I hope you'll all agree that this is the year's clear winner.