Posted on October 10, 2008 Posted by John Scalzi 27 Comments
It’s here. You will be moved. Be sure to read the captions. They will pierce your very soul. You may need the whole weekend to contemplate. Take it. It will be worth it.
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Speaking of cameras, are you thinking of upgrading to the D90?
Alas, I am not an infinite dispensary of cash. The D70s works perfectly so I will continue to use it until it doesn’t. And on a day to day basis it works well for me.
Just think how much easier that would have been with an assistant to toss the pumpkins. And maybe photoshop some ads onto them.
OK, I’ll shut up.
The beauty and profundity of your words and images give me hope that humanity is not, in fact, doomed. I must now take your advice and enter into a contemplative, yet oddly amused, meditation in order to better internalize your message.
***oooooooommmmmmmm….***
“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!”
(hee hee hee)
Pumpkins from space?
Man… And to think, I have to go out shopping for mine. I suppose yours come all precarved with the seeds cooked already, right?
Life in the ghetto sucks…
That is the most brilliant thing i’ve seen since i woke up this week.
I doubt the sincerity of this pumpkin patch, er, post.
The Vogons would be proud.
Speaking of art installations, Heather at dooce.com and her husband have taken to treating their dog’s attempts at disembowelling furniture and toilet paper gnawing as an art installation.
The orange is blue.
The blue is violet.
The pumpkins are bacon!
Like a banner, the bacon flutters.
You haven’t got a writing deadline, have you??
Hush.
Heh!
I am waiting for the Scalzi cubist phase.
That part about the kitten went completely over my head. o.O
“As God is my witness, I thought that pumpkins could fly.”
(Oh, the humanity!)
How long had you been without sleep when you wrote the “poetry?” Not criticizing, just asking.
“Remember when you were young,
you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy Pumpkin.”
How long had you been without sleep when you wrote the “poetry?” Not asking, just criticizing.
(hee hee)
Now if you lived a little further south, you’d have the after pic of the pumpkin making ‘splodey.
Lightweight!
http://www.punkinchunkin.com/gallery2007.htm
Deep and profound. You have achieved a level of deepiness
and profoundiosity I have not seen since my Philosophy major days. That was the last time I smoked a whole lid of Panama Red.
Yawn.
For true pumpkin poetry you need a trebuchet and a pile of fifty-pounder gourds (and a frozen chicken carcass or two) – then, unleash hell upon the neighborhood.
What?
Glen@#22 and Jim@#24 —
You beat me to it!
JJB,
East of the Mason-Dixon
I was moved. Launched. Catapulted.
It’s like the new Flying Spaghetti Monster… just obviously not made of spaghetti.