It seems pretty inevitable at this point that Halloween is going to be the next of long-standing annual traditions and holiday events that are largely going to suffer at the hands of 2020’s never-ending fuckery and, honestly, no matter what your opinion is of Halloween in general, this years’ Halloween season simply looks and feels a whole lot like it’s widely accepted jack-o-lantern symbol – hollow and dead inside.
While the verdict is still out on how many will actually be participating in the traditional trick-or-treating festivities come October 31st, doctors and health experts are divided on how safe it all is in practice and are now offering us their “tips” in order to keep us as safe as possible and to thwart the continuing spread of the current global coronavirus pandemic. Such “expert advice” (including that of doctors, physicians, disease experts, etc.) includes (and I quote):
… the handing out of Halloween candy on the ends of hockey sticks, broom handles, or other such common but lengthy household apparatuses.
Are these people fucking serious?
That’s the best they got?
What high level of learning did these people get exactly and how long did it require them to obtain this profound expertise, because if that’s the best these medical experts have come up with so far, well, that’ll be the scariest fucking thing I’ve heard so far this Halloween!
Having said that, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall at that particular Halloween think tank session of the CDC:
“Okay, what can we do to reduce the risk of COVID spread this Halloween?”
“How about spraying candy with Lysol?”
“No, that doesn’t sound too healthy. Plus, it doesn’t really help with social distancing.”
(Nods and agreement all around)
“Okay, how about using slingshots or catapults of some sort to propel the candy to the kids at the end of driveways?”
“Hmm, that sounds a bit dangerous don’t you think? Plus, we can’t have anyone getting a candy corn in the eye, can we?”
(Vigorous shaking of heads)
“Oh I know! How about we use long poles of some sort, or something … umm, like a hockey stick!”
“Hey, I think we might be onto something here guys!”
(Lots more nods and agreement)
“We should all give ourselves raises too while we’re at it!”
“Halloween is saved!”
“HUZZAH!!”
Honestly, I just figured that given all the apparent collective “expertise” in the room that they might have been able to come up with something a bit more, shall we say, not stupid?
For example, they could have suggested we go all Medieval while still sticking within our new modern social distancing guidelines by giving us detailed schematics for the building of a full scale battle trebuchet so that we can hurl the Halloween candy through the sky all the way to the kids in their own neighborhoods. There will be no reason to even leave the front yard! Kids can simply get dressed up in their costumes, stand out front of their homes with their empty pillow cases, and simply wait for the candy to begin raining from the sky. Social distance that, bitches! How about delivering the Halloween candy by drone, or carpet bombing it from low-flying aircraft, at the very least some elaborate rope and pulley system, I dunno, the point is that I seriously expected that there should have been some more well-rounded ideas based in reality and science on the table open for discussion.
Where did these schmucks get their degrees?
Experts?
The fuck.
However, what COVID seemingly hadn’t already managed to kill for Halloween this year, was the tradition of the late night scary movie.
No, once again, that was fucked by science too.
It was decided a few nights ago that Hailey and I would enjoy at least one scary movie together this Halloween. And not just any scary movie, but the scariest movie of them all as determined by science.
Yes, science!
I shit you not.
Recently, 50 participants of different age ranges in the U.K. were all hooked up to heart rate monitors before running the gauntlet of over 120 hours of the best horror films as determined by “critics and experts” which, truthfully, I just simply interpret as “people who give a shit about that stuff”. Scientists then measured the participant’s average resting heart rate of 65 beats per minute (BPM) against their average increased heart rate during the different films and calculated the difference to somehow come up with the ultimate spooky winner.
Sounds legit, amiright?
It’s science after all!
Anyway, that ultimate winner was the 2012 supernatural horror film ‘Sinister’ starring Ethan Hawke, and let me tell you, science has absolutely no fucking right to be poking it’s warted nose in Halloween’s business.
Needless to say, the movie was lame.
(You read the part where it starred Ethan Hawke, correct?)
The only scary thing was Ethan’s weird beard and the fact that his central character never took off his beige cardigan for, like, the entire movie! Seriously, from beginning to end the guy simply does not take off this sweater. It must have reeked to high heaven, and perhaps was the subliminal proof I required had I looked hard enough that the entire movie was inevitably going to be a complete and utter stinker.
Scary?
My ass!
Fuck you, science.
So where does that leave us all for Halloween this year?
Well, personally, I plan to turn out my lights completely and simply hole up inside with a huge bag of molasses kisses and all my Nick Cave albums and dwell on another possible four years with the Great Orange Shit Gibbon at the helm of the free world once again because, baby, that’s some truly scary shit! And, really, the very thought of ever having to see that play out once more is definitely scarier than any Halloween movie you could show me any day!
And nevermind science, that’s just reality!
God help me.