Here we have Joyce as some sort of doll that's NOT the sort of doll she usually is.
Having spent a half-hour or more gluing latex pieces to my face and dabbing on red fake blood, my preferred choice was to sit still when a new person arrived and then suddenly say "Boo!" -- hoping they had thought I was a mannequin. (They already thought I was a dummy.)
The next night, my favorite get-up. Mr smart-aleck himself, the inspiration for so much of my personality, ladies and gentlemen, Mr Groucho Marx (Junior).
It's an illustration of my adolescent unpopularity that, as a teenager, I had the time to fill dozens of 3x5 index cards with Marxisms, sorted by topic, to use as crib sheets whenever I got the chance to slip into this persona. Just as cynical and loudmouthed as the real me, but (I hoped) more loveable.
"You must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle."
"You remind me of the Prince of Wales. And believe me, I know a whale when I see one."
Since years before the advent of portable computers and notebooks, here is still my favorite laptop.
Joyce is some sort of generic clown (WAIT A MINUTE-- I thought that was MY job!) -- wearing a flannel shirt of mine, and also the orange derby (with sergeant's stripes glued onto the front) I wore in my high-school church's production of Godspell.
Here's to more silly and wonderful Halloweens ahead!