…has a sincere, heartfelt, kitsch-free memorial to Anna Nicole Smith.

If you’re expecting a comment about how rich people with media-proclaimed perfect bodies can have tragic personal lives, you won’t get one here.

…officially begins tonight. Here’s some of the costumes I’m fully expecting to see along the party/club circuit these next five days:

• Curious George.
• Incurious George.
• Mark Foley and a Congressional page.
• A Brokeback Mountain couple with Bush and your least favorite Republican politician (yes, including Joe Lieberman and Tony Blair).
• A politicial “attack ad.”
• A Seattle Times vending box attacking a Seattle P-I vending box.
• A Super Bowl referee.
• Matt Hasselbeck on crutches.
• An Oklahoma Sonic.
• Howie Mandel and the Deal Or No Deal models, with metal briefcases.
• A celebrity baby.
• An adopted celebrity baby.
• Dr. House.
• Marie Antoinette.
• Samuel L. Jackson covered in rubber snakes.
• A dissected human body.
• A “cylon” from the new Batlestar Galactica.

UK soldiers will be equipped with “strap-on bat wings.”

…is upon us. Because a lot of people don’t want to party on the real night, a Monday, parties will go on all weekend. And, as usual, I need you to be my eyes-n’-ears. Give me your scene reports; upload your digital pix.

Here are some of the costumes I’m hoping to see this year:

• The Desperate Housewives.
• The Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
• Martha Stewart with ankle bracelet.
• CNN anchorman Anderson Cooper in his Hurricane Katrina galoshes.
• A bird with the flu.
• Special prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald.
• A Mardi Gras “Girl Gone Wild” in her Hurricane Katrina galoshes.
• The Corpse Bride.
• Indicted vice-presidential aide Scooter Libby.
• An off-the-wagon George W. Bush.
• The avenged ghost of Shoeless Joe Jackson.
• Ex-FEMA director Michael Brown and ex-Supreme Court nominee Harriet Miers rewriting their resumes.

…of the first moi-edited issue of the Belltown Messenger, here are some pix I took last Thursday at the second annual Fashion 1st Boutique Fashion Show. Some 100 models showed off the wares of 16 area boutiques, most of them in Belltown.

Tom Douglas’s Palace Ballroom banquet facility was packed to the walls with an almost all-female audience. The event’s advertised hours were 6 to 9. The first two of those hours were devoted to drinking and schmoozing, before the runway saw any action.

Once the models started a-struttin’, they continued at a brisk, businesslike pace.

This model is selling Ottica eyewear. (What else?)

And here’s the organizer of this year’s event, Joan Kelly, with a spokesman from the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance, which got a percentage of the $40 ticket price and the $120 “trash belts” being sold in the lobby. The event was dedicated to its first-year organizer, Jared Seegmiller, who’d died earlier this year after a brief bout with a rare form of heart cancer.

…since we’ve posted pix here. To atone, here are some acquaintances who held a li’l conceptual-art spectacle called The Brides of March last Saturday, in front of what you must still call “The Bon Marche,” or at least “The Store Formerly Known as the Bon Marche.”

Yes, I’m absolutely certain the Moore Theatre management knew what it was doing by this juxtaposition of posters in its box-office window.

This mullet obsession is annoying enough in places, such as Seattle, where it’s a retro-ironic fad. But in other places, such as this warehouse near the Everett commuter-train station, the metalhead hairstyle never went away.

Just a couple of guys in miniskirts and deliberately torn stockings, dancing to the Fame soundtrack on Broadway last week.

And to conclude for today, something we ran years ago, in a reader-submitted photo. Now we have our own visual document of the mighty MISC shipping line. This stoic cargo ship was seen docked at the Interbay grain terminal, wihch is now operated by the Louis-Dreyfus Corp., commodity merchants and traders since the 1850s. (You might have heard of a certain heiress to that family fortune.)

…faux leopard print vinyl jackets and your go-go boots, recharge your revolution-now attitude, and explore “The Women of 1970’s Punk.”

…and possibly future professional crossword puzzle constructor, I’ve just found truly turn-on lingerie. Sorta brings new meaning to “going down.”

APPARENTLY, MOST OF THE BIG Halloween shidigs were on Saturday.

I, of course, went out on Sunday.

But I still found some nattily-dressed creatures who graciously allowed me to show to you.

I want to receive party/costume reports from as many of you as feasible. I particularly want reports and/or digipix of anyone costumed as:

• Napoleon Dynamite;
• the Desperate Housewives;
• Michael Moore;
• Bill O’Reilly;
• Sue Bird (with clear plastic face mask);
• a Republican voting-prevention agent;
• the Aqua Teen Hunger Force;
• Jon Stewart (with or without the Crossfire guys);
• a dodgeball player;
• an iPod; or
• My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance.

You should know by now where to send the stuff.

…the current Stranger cover story, depicting
“2004’s Scariest Halloween Costumes” modeled by real children, is getting linked to from approximately coast to coast.

…was first sold, P-I cartoonist David Horsey depicted a rude businessman walking into a store and asking if there was a “WonderJock.” Well, now there is. (Viewer discretion advised.)

WE SHOT A LOTTA PIX this past weekend. Today, the Capitol Hill Block Party. Tomorrow, other scenes.

If there was an unofficial theme to this year’s heat-drenched Block Party, it was woman-power, in the retro-burlesque and other interpretations. Between the Rat City Rollergirls, the naughty T-shirts for sale, some righteous lady slam poets, and some slammin’ rock bands, the party offered a cornucopia of saucy, sassy femme-empowerment visions.

The party’s chief expression of masculine energy was the closing set by those 20-year veterans of slow metal, the Melvins. I didn’t get any good pictures of their set, partly because these three young aggressive stoners kept stalking me. (Note to our older readers: “Aggressive stoner” ceased to be an oxymoron several years ago.) They insisted that I’d taken pictures of them, which I hadn’t. They semi-incoherently threatened violence, even after I showed them I had no pictures of them.

Bodies have always been with us; so have body-revealing clothes, such as the 17th-century fad for breast-baring by prominent women— even queens.