

Does anyone remember the jackassworld 24-hour takeover when we finally made it to within spitting distance of the finish line and could do nothing more than dance, dance, dance? That’s kinda how I feel after fandangling this week-long Halloween marathon. Tomorrow it will be back to business as usual beginning with the arduous but necessary process of taking down the seasonal marquee decor. So get your last Hallow’s Eve licks in before the Tasmanian devils polish off door number two, the bat returns to his belfry, the hearse to the mortuary, and the Wildboyz to their regularly scheduled speaking voice. Until then, I leave you with this Day of the Dead dance party. Yes, Virginia, the dead can dance. Not always well, mind you, but it’s the spirit that counts. And on that note…
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What happens when one sloth of the world meets another sloth in the world? They pick each others noses. And other things. But you really have to wonder if it wasn’t on a trip to this Costa Rican sloth sanctuary in Aviarios that Jim Henson first ran across a three-toed sloth, the wildery encounter of which inspired him to create an empire based upon the muppet-like look and movements of this very creature.
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