We apologize in advance for this highly sophomoric clip, but it emerged from video minion Richard Blakeley's fascination with Conan O'Brien's whiteboy dance moves. Hence, a compilation of Conan's antics set to the calendar-appropriate "Monster Mash." Refined discourse will resume after this message.

Hello, folks, Mark Lisanti here. I've returned from yet another all-too-brief hiatus from the blogging grind. But please don't think that I put aside my responsibilities to go cavorting in some hedonistic paradise where the blow is served in hollowed out coconuts and delivered to your cabana by a volcano-ready virgin. No, this was a working vacation. Unfortunately, a pretty comprehensive nondisclosure agreement prohibits me from divulging the details, but suffice it to say that when Brian Grazer offers you a million dollars to carve his likeness into a pumpkin, you call in sick to the day job and learn to love the feeling of seedy, orange guts running between your fingers.