I wrote in the Georgia Straight a couple of weeks ago that my best two Halloween costumes were a five-year-old Superman and a 32-year-old Roy Batty.

I’m not likely to be dressed in anything fancy this year, though. Just not in the spirit for the costuming the way I once was. I’ll likely walk through the office claiming to be dressed as a “haggard writer.” How lame is that?

My colleague Steve – who has this incredibly dry sense of humour, so dry in fact that I’m never sure when he’s joking – said last week that he was going to dress up as the Invisible Man.

That’s how he said it, too: “I might go as the Invisible Man.”

He just said it, and left it there.

It took me a second or two to clue in. When I figured it out and turned to look at him he was wearing the subtlest of smirks.