10.31.05

from the kidchamp family of products (and george w. bush the pumpkin), a hallowed e'en to all.


george w. bush

6 comments:

sara said...

indeed, i have class tonight :(
your pumpkins are lovely (here & on flickr, too). i'm such a dud: i didn't even get around to buying a pumpkin for the mere fact that i could roast the seeds. i doubt i'll find a pumpkin for sale today!

lauren said...

more disturbing than the near-universal lack of pumpkins (a farmer sold me this one from the back of her truck, and she looked heartbroken when i told her i was carving it rather than making soup - it's a cheese pumpkin, not a jack o'lantern) were the miniature christmas trees (?!) already for sale at the grocery store.

juliak said...

brilliant execution! but od i see some pumpkin smashing in your future? or could you put it on a stick? that'll keep the spirits away.

bassett h-q said...

Yeah, I'm with you, Lauren. Christmas Creep has gone far enough.

Reportedly (according to the Chicago Tribune), the Marshall Field's downtown (soon to become a Macy's--which is just sad, really) put out Christmas specials around Labor Day. There oughta be a karmic punishment for stuff like that. As in: anybody who drops Christmas as a reason to shop before the pucks drop (in non-strike years, naturally) will see their same-store figures drop. Simple.

lauren said...

smushing bush was a definite possibility, but ultimately i went with prolonged suffering; extended burn time made the back of his head cave in, then i threw him on top of a garbage full of his own guts (and a few candy wrappers).

juliak said...

"smush bush! smush bush!"