Heidi Klum never disappoints when it comes to Halloween costumes. She's ridden into her party on a horse as Lady Godiva, sported gold teeth as a sexy space alien, had six extra hands affixed to her as a Hindu goddess, and donned all sorts of other elborate costumes that a normal person would find uncomfortable and annoying to wear. She lived up to her reputation as the only person who can briefly overshadow Lady Gaga last night at Tao at The Venetian in Las Vegas with a new creation.

Maybe you've watched Saw or Halloween or Hocus Pocus (admit it!) to get in the holiday spirit. Or maybe you're getting freaked about how to survive "Snowtober" in your sexy Storm Trooper outfit or slutty Mitt Romney costume? Chilling stuff! What's more frightening than all of that combined? Japanese scarecrows. These things will haunt your nightmares.

Are you struggling to come up with a good costume for Halloween this year? Worried that it's a little last-minute to run to your local Halloween pop-up store only to find all of the prepackaged mummy and sexy kitten costumes are sold out? Well, don't cut holes into your white sheets quite yet. I've got eight great ideas for you, and they are quite affordable!

Halloween is just around the corner. Have you gone to your local drugstore, ponied up $4 for that little kit with the spooky traceable sketches and dinky knives that always break after five minutes, and carved a pumpkin? Get some inspiration from (or just gape in awe at) the work of Ray Villafane, the so-called Picasso of Pumpkins.

Killing your characters on TV has never been easier.

Technically, Halloween festivities fired up as early as last week, but New Yorkers really get down to business tonight, extending their weekend via The Bunker Club, or The Gutter, and rolling through the weekend with 1Oak, the Boom Boom Room, and the Hudson Hotel, with some lovely Brooklyn markets and parade options thrown in the mix. Enjoy one of the best weekends in NYC, and remember: next year, Halloween will fall on a Monday.

It's time to get Halloween serious and dust off my Elvis costume. For at least 15 years I have been Elvis. Not the skinny young one used by the U.S. Post office in the early ‘90’s for white envelopes, but the fat old one they used for bulk mail. The first time I put on my white sequined suit with the wig, the shoes, the bangles, and the sunglasses, I could feel the King’s energy in my veins—it transformed me. As Elvis, I have hosted many a costume contest, and sung on the subway to thunderous applause. I have walked in the parade and had a zillion photos taken with babies, girlfriends, and tourists. Each year I add a little more padding, and the wig gets a little more gray, as art imitates life. Last year, I added real freeze-dried flies to the wig, but the schtick is getting a bit old and it may be time soon to bury the old codger. This year Elvis will appear two more times: as I DJ as him at the Hudson Hotel’s monster soiree with my pal Paul Sevigny, and as I jet out to LA for the actual night of Halloween, a Standard Hollywood gig. Should I just wear the costume on the plane? Will they let me board if I decide to?

We assume you're already deep into your Halloween planning. What comical yet topical costume idea have you chosen to embrace this year, you clever little minx? Let's hope it involves smeary makeup and/or stifling latex. Regardless, as always, it doesn't really matter so much who you are as much as where you are, and one stellar where-to-be this 'Ween will be New York's Stone Rose.

I may be a day late on this story, but at least I'm not $60 short. It’s the Halloween that will never end. It lingers in the mysteriously disappearing stale candy in the mushy pumpkin by the door and a few sprinkles of glitter on my cluttered desk. It screams at me on Facebook as 1,733 (as of this morning) unhappy Facebook folk have organized a “We got scammed by Tavern on the Green 2009 Halloween!” group. Thousands of comments recall the true Halloween nightmare these people and many others endured. Many have asked me to weigh in on this, including my editor, so I made some calls.

There's absolutely nothing you can't not like about this. Mischa Barton dressed up as a peacock on Halloween and was left shrieking with horror when she erroneously stepped on a partygoer's foot at some nondescript nightclub She also "accidentally" lobbed a cocktail at this reveler's head, causing him to freak out and hurl a cocktail back at her. Then a row, the type of circumstance you couldn't conjure on a sartorial soap like Barton's short-lived Beautiful Life, erupted, and suddenly it was Soapdish all over again, with drink-chuckers coveting the Elisabeth Shue role, violently claiming not to be heinously bitchy like Cathy Moriarty. Chin up, Misch! Your Devil Day was much better than mine, all things considered!