Until today, the eeriest part of this Halloween season had been Trizol contamination in my samples and rampant RNA degradation…that was until I came across these photos from 1990 or 1991.
Me with my sister...and like you, I have no idea what I'm supposed to be, other than a grateful blue dinosaur that likes pink.
Costumes were clearly hand-me-downs in my family. Even then, Alf was a bit dated. At least my brother looks less awful than I do.
I'm not sure why, but costumes in the 1980s and 1990s were awful. I just don't understand why masks were supplied with plastic aprons advertising what you were supposed to be. Why?! And, yes, like you I'm cringing just slightly at my costume. Why I'm a dinosaur wearing pink, I'm not sure.
Yes, photographs can be a bit embarrassing, but I'm grateful that my dad took abundant photographs and video when I was a child. Get out there, have a great Halloween, and feel free to embarrass your children. And for those of you who will be staying indoors, aside from the usual tradition of watching Hocus Pocus, let me recommend starting a new tradition: Reading Bradbury's The Halloween Tree. You won't be disappointed.
Yes, photographs can be a bit embarrassing, but I'm grateful that my dad took abundant photographs and video when I was a child. Get out there, have a great Halloween, and feel free to embarrass your children. And for those of you who will be staying indoors, aside from the usual tradition of watching Hocus Pocus, let me recommend starting a new tradition: Reading Bradbury's The Halloween Tree. You won't be disappointed.
And in case you didn't believe that my mRNA integrity was really that scary...
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