It’s the 1980s and I’m back from the dead and ready to party. Or at least to trick-or-treat.

Happy Halloween from the days when you could slather on makeup from Spencer’s of questionable provenance and wander through the neighborhood with a rope tied around your neck!

It’s 1999 and somebody’s about to lose an eye.

It’s 1995 and I don’t remember what the occasion was, but apparently it called for flowers.

It’s 1994 and I shall call this body of water “Fourth Lake”.

It’s 2000 and apparently there’s something fascinating offscreen.

It’s 1994 and although the world is apparently disintegrating, some of us are too engrossed in our own feet to notice.

It’s 1994 and you can just FEEL the ticks crawling up your legs, can’t you?

It’s 1990 and life’s a beach!

It’s 1995 and somebody has spotted paparazzi across the river.

It’s 1999 and how’d that tree get over there?