...making a mockery of all you hold dear...

Is that supposed to look like wheat growing in a field, strands of hair, or a wood floor?

Hmmm, again, you make me go "hmmm" with ideas that had not occurred to me. Actually, it's all just audaciously autumnal, and I'm going to stick with it right over Christmas in full defiance of the seasonal schemes.

Or I might break down and go back to a complete peas and carrots presentation.

BTW, this is how they're painting buildings down here now. Has this craziness taken hold in the Northeast? Really, there's no excuse for it. Even with much more gold, these colors are just too, too much for an entire structure. Except maybe a garden shed.

Love it -- the design, the colors, all of it! I feel like you mentioned doing Graphic Design at one point -- briefly, casually -- but it got lost in the shuffle of all the other Things That AE Has Done™ and I'm just now recalling it. Anyway, it shows here.

Up here, construction-wise, they've started *actually building* the pretend designs from the WTC competition that was opened up to blind people and todders in the wake of 9/11. Or at least, that's what it looks like.

They have?! I had no idea. Guess I need to get my ass down to the financial district to check it out!

Howard Roark is rolling over in his grave...

Um, where the hell are the strands of auburn hair?

Whaddya mean? They're all over the background! They're a little stretched so as not to look quite so hairy.

Bess loves it and Eric finds it nicely repulsive. This is deeply satisfying all around.

Very odd. Last night when I typed that, the pig, the purple, and the pea green were back. But today it's thanksgiving all over again.

I didn't see the hideous orange thing last night, it was just the same old pea green. Doesn't that just sound disgusting? Pea green. Yuck.

Anyway, I have a hard time reading the comments...otherwise, whatever floats your boat.

It's like you shattered a pumpkin all over your stylesheet.

Yeah. I love the pumpkin thing. They don't get enough play. One month out of the year, and then it's all over for pumpkins.

Big, useful, hearty, loyal vegetables and look how we treat them. Carving them into absurd visages of monstrous beings, mocking their slow and perseverant progress to maturity with a violent and sudden death at the boot of young hoodlum, or off rooftops or bridges, or the slow torturous, fade of being simply left to rot in mounds at the roadside after All Saints Day. They are born and live and grow with the simple pumpkin hope of rendering sustenance to the people. The best they get is one pie a year, small solace after the indignities of Halloween. Boiled or baked or pureed and puddinged, they are so much more. Alas, the pumpkin is a noble vegetable that does not get its due. My page, my humble tribute to the pumpkin. Or its color, anyhow.