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Happy you-know-what

I saw this warty pumpkin and had to have it. It’s a variety known as knucklehead.

Mistake. The outer skin is like iron. I almost gave up on it.

If it looks like it was chewed into shape by a band of chipmunks on meth, that’s why. I basically chiselled holes in it. Stupid pumpkin.

Our clocks went back yesterday. This is my first day of work when it was dark by five. I’ve just checked the weather forecast and it’s rain every single day for the foreseeable.

Now, that’s some scary shit.


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 31, 2022, 7:15 pm

Just for informational inquiry… would a jigsaw have made the job easier?

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: October 31, 2022, 8:58 pm

Nicely nuanced. Warts are menacing, but the smile is winsome (I’m sure you were going for winsome).

Inktober popped into my brain this afternoon. I guess you did not participate this year. But a chicken gargoyle would have been something to see πŸ™‚ I hope your hand is getting better.

I no longer care about daylight saving time. I go to bed when I want and my dog gets me up when she wants. She uses this imperious, indignant sottovoce gurgle/growl that is impossible to ignore. But the stars are glorious at five o’clock in the morning, so there’s that.

But I’m sorry you have to ride home in the dark, especially the wet dark.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: November 1, 2022, 2:24 pm

Sweasy, I like your jack-o’lantern. It turned out looking like a well done cartoon face.

Tough skinned pumpkin, eh? How thick is the skin? I wonder how a Dremel (or similar) tool with a cut-off disk would work. There’s always the chain saw if everything else fails.

Idle thought: To jump on the inclusiveness band-wagon, would an eggplant make a suitable wog-o’lantern?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 1, 2022, 8:09 pm

I sat down to do Inktober this year, stared at a piece of paper for half an hour, sighed and turned the light out.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: November 1, 2022, 10:39 pm

Storm knocked out power?

Forgot to hit the button?

The 11/1/2022 post is MIA…

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: November 1, 2022, 11:06 pm

Ah, saving energy! Good on you!

Boo for us πŸ˜₯

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: November 1, 2022, 11:59 pm

I suspect Her Stoatliness forgot to hit the button, as has been suggested.

I’d tell her but she’ll be fast asleep by now.

So here to entertain you through the long, dark night is an extract from Uncle Badger’s Book of 10,000 Worm Pie recipes…

Chapter One….

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: November 2, 2022, 1:32 am

Ooh! Ooh! Recipes for Worm Pie!

Do you have some updated ones that reflect the current push for eating bugs? Especially crickets, it seems. You could add some crunchy crickets to your basic worm pie and turn out something that might compare to a pecan pie, if you squint hard and have no sense of taste or smell.

Addendum: Note about email address stoaty@sweasel.com. I sent an email a little while ago and got this reply (I β–ˆed out an address I thought might be best redacted):

This message was created automatically by mail delivery software.

A message that you sent could not be delivered to one or more of its
recipients. This is a permanent error. The following address(es) failed:

(generated from stoaty@sweasel.com)
host mx.lb.btinternet.com []
SMTP error from remote mail server after RCPT TO::
550 RCPT TO: User unknown

Action: failed
Final-Recipient: rfc822;stoaty@sweasel.com
Status: 5.0.0
Remote-MTA: dns; mx.lb.btinternet.com
Diagnostic-Code: smtp; 550 RCPT TO: User unknown

Comment from Some Insect
Time: November 2, 2022, 3:53 am

Give the people what they want!


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 2, 2022, 10:38 am

Weird. I don’t know what the problem is. Let me try to email myself.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: November 2, 2022, 10:42 am

And, yes, I fell asleep before I hit the ‘publish’ button. It wasn’t a very exciting post.

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