Halloween, by the way, came and went with most of the visible activity on TV, where most any show featuring ghosts, zombies, or were-cows (see Dave The Barbarian, where the goal of the one casting the were-cow spell on Dave was less to unleash an unspeakably evil curse as it was to make Dave look ridiculous; it soon spirals into that most dread of creatures, the were-gym-teacher). Trick-or-treating hasn't quite caught on yet, although it's trying, and is making nice little inroads from the psychological beachhead of westerners.
As a holiday it was actually more celebrated Saturday, which is probably more convenient. People in the apartment complex who wanted to be tricked-or-treated were to buy a pumpkin and put it on their door, so kids could easily find them. And on the elevators were posters saying what floors had valid trick-or-treat spots. This seems to take the sport out of it, but does save the sanity of people who don't get into the whole thing.
The only costumers I saw were along Orchard Road, where a few random clumps of women dressed in non-matching costumes wandered about, in a bunch of (say) angel, cat, and flight attendant. I'm not sure if this was actual normal people or if it was a marketing promotion. People in costumes on Orchard Road are not rare events.
Meanwhile today I somehow managed to write up two sets of lecture notes, write two exams, and one homework assignment, despite a recitation section and a lecture. I'm not ever this productive; I don't know what happened this time around.
Trivia: Auguste Comte's reform ``Calendrier Positiviste'' dedicated November to the abstract concept of the priest, and the concrete person of René Descartes. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, E.G. Richards.
Currently Reading: Signor Marconi's Magic Box, Gavin Weightman.