I drift through zones of being pro and anti-pumpkin. There are times when the tiny little saws don’t break and I’m not clearing vast swatches of diamond hard pumpkin jizm off the kitchen table that I think to myself “You know, pumpkin carving isn’t all that bad.”
I’ve discovered, over the years, that pumpkin etching, painting, sculpting, and mechanizing are far more rewarding to wit: my Guy Fawkes Jack-O-Lantern. Observe ye mighty and despair.
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