I’m blogging my costume because I’m sure there are some out there who would appreciate it (and the nearly 10 hours I put into sawing the frame, cutting fabric, sewing, hot gluing, etc deserve more than 4 hours of a party, how about partial immortalization via the web?) Next year I’ll be either a goat (my nickname, feel free to call me Goat if we cross paths) or a CAT-5 cable. Either way, at least this year I’ll be ahead of the game. Without further ado, meet Domo: The pink you see in Domo’s mouth...