{"id":190,"date":"2005-10-30T09:53:16","date_gmt":"2005-10-30T13:53:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/10\/30\/nobody-warned-me\/"},"modified":"2005-10-30T09:53:16","modified_gmt":"2005-10-30T13:53:16","slug":"nobody-warned-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/10\/30\/nobody-warned-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Nobody Warned Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a3327'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>Things started taking a turn for the better this weekend. On Friday night, I went to the Halloween pumpkin carving party. I had a really good time and got to meet my friend, Jason&#8217;s, other friends. They were quite nice and, fortunately, there was no carnage involved even with 12-15 somewhat inebriated men and woman playing with sharp knives. The biggest pain issues were associated with one person&#8217;s wound from touching the heating element of a toaster oven and another person&#8217;s hangnail stinging from the pumpkin innerds (is that a word? It doesn&#8217;t look right&#8230;innards?)<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Actually, maybe there was some carnage. I was a pumpkin carving virgin (likely the last thing you could claim me to be a virgin of&#8230;but that&#8217;s a whole other blog posting) and I&#8217;ve never seen something as digusting as a pumpkin&#8217;s insides. Nobody warned me what the inside would look (or smell) like.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I&#8217;m not sure what I was expecting. Perhaps either the consistency of a squash (gooy, but solid). I suppose it could have been like a bell&nbsp;pepper (seeds, but&nbsp;firm). No, you slice off the top of a pumpkin and you&#8217;re greeted by essentially by a big orange bowl of alien snot.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>It&#8217;s the most disgusting thing! Just goo dangling by stringy pieces of goo with random clumps of gooey seeds.&nbsp; There is no organized seed growth (like in a pepper). It&#8217;s just a gooey madness that just shouldn&#8217;t exist in nature.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>After having to use my bare hands to scoop out the&nbsp;sludge (i wish I had hand condoms&#8230;I guess those would be called rubber gloves, huh?) I managed to carve the following.<\/P><br \/>\n<P><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/media-cyber.law.harvard.edu\/blogs\/static\/snarl\/Pumpkinday.jpg\" height=\"534\" width=\"800\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"><\/P><br \/>\n<P><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/media-cyber.law.harvard.edu\/blogs\/static\/snarl\/Pumpkin01.jpg\" height=\"534\" width=\"800\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"><\/P><br \/>\n<P>I call him Wilbur. I brought him home from the party with me (SCORE!) and he&#8217;s been hanging out in my kitchen ever since. I&#8217;m not sure what to do with him&nbsp;for Halloween night. I fear if he hangs out by the window, it may attract trick-or-treaters. That&#8217;s not good. But I&#8217;m definitely kicking him out soon because he&#8217;s not the best house guest (he kinda smells and I hate when somebody smiles all the time).<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Things started taking a turn for the better this weekend. On Friday night, I went to the Halloween pumpkin carving party. I had a really good time and got to meet my friend, Jason&#8217;s, other friends. They were quite nice and, fortunately, there was no carnage involved even with 12-15 somewhat inebriated men and woman [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=190"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}