Blood & Pumpkins

This afternoon I’ll be out at a park with my department on a picnic. (How’s that for a prepositional string?) Backyard Burgers is catering so I’ll get to munch some crispy, salty waffle fries. We’re also supposed to carve pumpkins or some shit. I’m not much for carving pumpkins or anything else. I’m not very skilled when it comes to rendering things with my hands. I can’t paint, draw, sculpt, or carve. I can slice and dice a tomato but if you ask me to get fancy with it what you’d get in return would be akin to tomato paste. So what’s that mean for you, dear BB! reader? Well, thankfully I’ll have my handy, dandy futurephone along for the ride and will be updating my flog (which is apparently down at the moment…) throughout the afternoon. So scroll down and to the left – where you’ll see a bunch of yellowish-orange, stringy innards and bloody fingers – that’ll be me trying to carve a pumpkin.

In other news,

Rusty’s got an interesting post about arguing politics wit’cho momma.

Sorry for misunderstanding, you creepy bastard. You should’ve just stuck to your original story.
Readers, prepare to sign some pink slips.

It ain’t easy being orange.

Comments

I just wish the fiscal conservatives would take the Republican Party back from the neocons so I’d have a choice other than to vote for Democrats, whom I’m not terribly happy with either.

Posted by: Rusty at October 5, 2004 09:34 AM

Blood & Pumpkins