Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
I tore through almost all my packed-up clothes looking for…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I tore through almost all my packed-up clothes looking for the ingredients for a costume, any sort of costume. Failed dot-commer? Too hard; I'd have to hold a cell phone to my ear all the time; I can't shelve in that pose. Indian? Not really a costume, and most of my ethnic garb has no pockets, argh. I ended up in a generic orange-and-black outfit. Maybe I'll jump out and scare people from behind bookcases to make up for it.
Durn goths don't have to do anything. Of course, being a goth has its own occupational hazards; one of ours recently protested, "People always assume that I'm a vegetarian and a Wiccan, and I've never been either."
