RIP, Beloved New Winter Character

Well, it didn’t take long for rot to overwhelm the potentially-annually-lovable Pumpkinman from my last post. Shortly after I took the one and only pic of Pumpkinman (at least I have a picture), rot exerted its mighty will and took Pumpkinman down and sent me into mourning yesterday.

I haven’t cried like I did since Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer got hit by a car. I hate it when you can see the bones sticking out. I should have known. Rot is unstoppable. I’m a perfect example. Did you know that each day after a pumpkin is harvested is equal to one human year? That’s a fascinating stat that I just made up.

Maybe next year we’ll have a new Pumpkinman to photograph, love, cherish, and take to swanky events and soirees as my Plus 1. But for now, I can only ponder the inevitable question.

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Whistling in the Dark

Once again, I am moved to pose a burning sociocultural question for readers of this blog to ponder, discuss, and possibly even formulate an answer in case anyone can offer clarity and direction. Well, here we go. If a person goes to bed and finds their nose to be whistling a bit while breathing, is that person under any social, moral, cultural, or ethical obligation to eliminate that nose whistle by any means possible before they fall asleep lest they annoy their bed partner enough during the night to prompt their bed partner to punch the nose whistler’s shoulder? Asking for a friend.