Oct. 31st, 2012
A favorite Halloween Story
Oct. 31st, 2012 11:29 amhttp://www.strangehorizons.com/2004/20041025/pumpkin-f.shtml
The Great Old Pumpkin
By John Aegard
25 October 2004
You must know, Doctor, that I did not choose to seek psychiatric help. I have no faith that I shall exit this room a healed man; I know now that I have been destined for the asylum since childhood. No mere conversation with you can steer me clear of that fate. That said, let us proceed with this court-compelled farce before my mad prattle provokes your crabbiness further.
As you are no doubt aware, I am the issue of solid Dutch stock—the prosperous Van Pelt family of St. Paul. Mine was a comfortable and happy childhood, and I spent much of it in the devoted service of the Great Old Pumpkin. For him, I cultivated an annual pumpkin patch—mostly Autumn Gold and Big Max, as I thought he would find the Atlantic Giants tacky. I also evangelized him in the community, relating the tale of how, every year on Hallowmas Eve, the day when the spiritual most strongly encroaches on the substantial, this mightiest of gourds would rise to revel across the world with the most sincere of his adorers. My neighbors were understandably skeptical; after all, not once had this superbeing ever chosen to grace my pumpkin patch or any other place in our town. I vowed that I would coax him into my backyard, and I set out in the manner of a learned man to discover how I might do this.
(go read the rest! Peanuts and Cthulhu!)
The Great Old Pumpkin
By John Aegard
25 October 2004
You must know, Doctor, that I did not choose to seek psychiatric help. I have no faith that I shall exit this room a healed man; I know now that I have been destined for the asylum since childhood. No mere conversation with you can steer me clear of that fate. That said, let us proceed with this court-compelled farce before my mad prattle provokes your crabbiness further.
As you are no doubt aware, I am the issue of solid Dutch stock—the prosperous Van Pelt family of St. Paul. Mine was a comfortable and happy childhood, and I spent much of it in the devoted service of the Great Old Pumpkin. For him, I cultivated an annual pumpkin patch—mostly Autumn Gold and Big Max, as I thought he would find the Atlantic Giants tacky. I also evangelized him in the community, relating the tale of how, every year on Hallowmas Eve, the day when the spiritual most strongly encroaches on the substantial, this mightiest of gourds would rise to revel across the world with the most sincere of his adorers. My neighbors were understandably skeptical; after all, not once had this superbeing ever chosen to grace my pumpkin patch or any other place in our town. I vowed that I would coax him into my backyard, and I set out in the manner of a learned man to discover how I might do this.
(go read the rest! Peanuts and Cthulhu!)
- Tue, 16:14: Sent out half a dozen resumes today. And applied for a couple of stopgap items.
- Tue, 16:22: Halloween eve! http://t.co/grLpE72O
- Tue, 17:36: Halloween eve! http://t.co/XRDk78Ct
- Tue, 22:38: State of the Sooky http://t.co/lbmMyfrV
- Wed, 09:17: Halloween! http://t.co/o4fczXYZ
- Wed, 09:40: I wrote 609 words in 16 minutes with Write or Die! http://t.co/Qi581aj4
- Wed, 10:04: 1031 words on Pride of the Rangers. Now to clean some. Then more writing and work out and editing. And Weight Watchers. Full day ahead.
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Oct. 31st, 2012 10:11 pmWriting: 2301 on Serial. 1031 on Pride of the Rangers
Today's total: 3332 total
Monthly word total: 11023
Editing: none
Reading: Weird Missouri
Workout: walked 3/4 of a mile
Flying: made bed, swished and swiped
Crafting: none
Media: none
Business: none
Job Hunt: Declined for copy editing job, did survey for medical study.
Today's total: 3332 total
Monthly word total: 11023
Editing: none
Reading: Weird Missouri
Workout: walked 3/4 of a mile
Flying: made bed, swished and swiped
Crafting: none
Media: none
Business: none
Job Hunt: Declined for copy editing job, did survey for medical study.

