Pumpkin is the single most overrated piece of food evar!
turns and runs from the pitchfork-and-torch wielding mob
Gah. I spent the entire night thinking it was time for the alarm clock to go off. Where the hell is the coffee pot?
you’d better run. How do you manage to get thru Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie?
bbs2k - what is amongst the weaponry of the Massachusetts Inquisition?
I’m betting on the Red Sox being one of the prime weapons… Lost again last night. Boo, hiss!! 
They’re saying an Indians/Diamondbacks series would be the worst possible as far as TV ratings is concerned
Am not a huge fan of pumpkin pie.
Well, we know that won’t be happening (seeing as the Rockies have swept that series!)
Sheesh, you need a Middle Eastern third-worlder to tell you that? :rolleyes: 
Okay, aside from (awesome) pie (and other like-flavoured baked goods), roasted seeds, Jack-O-Lanterns, gigantic gourd competitions, and headless horsemen, what exactly are pumpkins good for?
And this is bugging the hell out of me: Is “Okay” okay or should it be “OK?” I’ve always spelled it the long way, even though I know it’s just a phonetic elongation of OK. It’s just how I was brought up. But is it grammatically acceptable? Should I be using OK instead? And if so, does it need to be capitalized at all times? It just looks so out of place when I do, but if I capitalize only the O, I feel like I should pronounce it “Ock,” which gives the sentence a decidedly Scottish bend, och aye.
In any event I’m up (mostly just in body) and steeping in caffeine. I’m hoping it’s a slow day. I feel slow and lazy today. The kind of slow and lazy that makes me wish my office chair was motorized. (Now that would be a cool invention. Never mind the motorized arm rests or lift, get those wheels spinnin’! Separate joysticks to control movement and seat rotation. Rechargeable battery. Horn. Seat belt. Lights in the arm rests for those darkened hallways. In-seat audio system. I could make a fortune! I mean, what exec wouldn’t want one?)
LOUNE - You have been officially declared an enemy of the gourd. Any further mention of your hatred for pumpkins and you will be arrested, sentenced, and summarily squashed.
SCL - Wha…? H…How do you cut your own eyelid off? Wait! I don’t think I want to know. Just … jebus. Ow.
Mork, this weekend I took an eeeeevil Nazi watermelon out into the field behind my house, and I proceeeded to fill it’s worthless green hide full of lead. Since melon season is now over, the Fascisti pumpkins are next on my list of things to assassinate.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Hmm. Pumpkin pie is really the only kind of sweet pie I can tolerate.
Ok, so that’s Mama Tigs and GT who want CDs. Anyone else?
Pumpkin pie is very tasty, especially uinder a thick layer of whipped cream. Pumpkin soup (no whipped cream) is really good, too. And it’s nice roasted, as a side dish. So there!
I’m up and tea-ing to prepare for a great day of housework and attempted post-quitting budgetting. Envy me.
That’s what I meant, damn you.
whaddaya expect on no coffee??? huh???
Pumpkins and associated gourds should be rounded up and summarily squashed. There is no middle ground. Pick a side. We’re at war!
I am all for the Red Sox to lose. Keep the title in the Central and the Red Sox and their fans have become annoying. They’re quickly becoming…hushes to a whisper Yankee Lite.
The Massachusetts Inquisition would entail a prolonged reading of Steven King’s novels in that wicked accent. Also, a comfy chair.
For this heresy you are sentenced by the Massachusetts Inquisition to be force-fed 2 slices of pumpkin pie – without whipped cream! – every day until such time as the Red Sox win the World Series again!
(Still hoping for the Native Americans to win!? :p)
Dissing the pumpkin? The mighty pumpkin? Without it, we would not have my grandmother’s signature dish, the best pumpkin bread in the entire world! I have her recipe, but it just never quite tastes the same when I make it as when she used to – hers was so heavy it practically broke the table, and yet melted in your mouth. Heaven, pure heaven! Don’t you be dissing Grandmother’s pumpkins! (Hmm, that sounds more than vaguely dirty…)
I’m up this morning and counting the hours till my doctor’s appointment. I had my most miserable night yet – hurt all night long, simply could not get comfortable, and really pissed the cat off with my tossing & turning. Oh well, too bad!
At least whatever was living under the shed has moved on; no further digging there this morning. Thank heaven. That’s all I need, is to have the yard filled with holes to go with the many bare patches where Isaac has worn the grass away completely by running back and forth over it. Stoopid dogs.
I’m hoping the Indians make the Series, even though I’m sad that snowbunny’s dad isn’t alive to see it. That was his team; he grew up in Cleveland Heights, and was a fan during the long-suffering days in their old, frozen stadium on the lake. He not-so-fondly remembered one double-header he sat through on a 45°F day with the wind coming off the lake; one game went to 14 innings, the other to 15, and they lost them both. :eek: So I’m cheering the Indians on for him, since the Cubs did their usual rapid bomb-out. (Can you tell I’m a fan of lost causes?)
I knew I could depend on the man who is proud of his nuts! 
I have a scar over my eyebrow from a game of tag gone wrong when I was nine. My first stitches.
The Klingon got a nice gash through his eyebrow when we were married. He was trying to attach a luggage rack to the top of the van by brute force. Ended up nearly losing an eye. Saved by the proverbial brow ridge.
Pumpkin is really good for dogs with the runs. They like it too.
Me, I’m strictly in the pumpkin cheesecake faction.
mork, I always use “okay” as it seems more like a real word.
Billing Hell is looming early this month.
Tupug
emphasis mine :dubious: Better watch out, or The Great Pumpkin won’t bring you any presents (plus, you’ll break Linus’ heart with that kind of talk)
Oh yes, Mork, I don’t know if it makes it correct, but court reporters spell it out “okay” rather than using the shorter version. Of course, we also spell out “et cetera” and “o’clock,” so we can be a bit weird. I have no idea why. The weirdest reporting convention, however, is that dictated by Congress – they don’t want any positive contractions in their transcripts. So you can say “don’t” but can’t say “I’ll.” The only positive contraction I insist on using when working on congressional [del]drivel[/del] jobs is “let’s” because, frankly, saying “let us” sounds like we’re either in church (“Let us pray”) or we’re even more pompous than congressional [del]airheads[/del] members already are.
And speaking of things governmental, we just realized that the next Mideast peace conference is being held in Annapolis. Papa Tigs is already making plans to sleep over at the hospital during it; the last thing he needs is to be stuck in a 30-mile traffic jam trying to get home through the crowds of media, crazies, etc. Worse than the one he faces daily already, that is. Why Annapolis, of all places? I guess they’ll be at the Naval Academy? That’s the only place in town that could possibly be secure enough for something like that. Remind me not to need to see my orthopedist during that event, since his office is literally right next door to the Academy…
Thanks to all, I appreciate your comments.
According to Garrison Keillor, pumpkin pie is just a vehicle for nutmeg. 
I really like it around this time of the year up through the holidays. Around then I start getting tired of it until the next fall.
If you like sweet pies, and don’t mind pecans, this is a good recipe. It’s a bit like sweet potato pie, and a bit like pecan pie, but without the overwhelming Karo syrup taste. It’s not hard to make, but I swear you dirty every dish, measuring cup and spoon in the house, and all your counters will be sticky.
But “don’t” is a contraction. They allow that but not “I’ll” or “isn’t”?