oh, what the hell, something is bound to leak out of my brain and onto the keyboard if i just whack it enthusiastically enough. surely i have better chances (statistically, at least) than those monkeys we are waiting for to produce another shakespearean* oeuvre.
oh hell, i'm beat. i think this is all you'll get out of me tonight, but if anyone has any idea how to take two actual sugar pumpkins and turn them into an edible product (like pie, for instance), i'd be thrilled to hear about it. right now i have fallen in thrall to their rotund orange cuteness and am using them in a purely decorative manner. sooner or later, however, i must face my fear, scalp and eviscerate them and turn them into that very best of autumnal desserts. help.
*english, as much as i love you, i must say that one of these days i will leave you for a phonetic language. who the hell needs so many a's and e's in his name? who? and why?