I'm consistently dumbfounded at how many grown adults just love Halloween. Apart from pumpkin carving, I don't care for it—I've never had a reason to.
Growing up my mom dedicated a drawer in the kitchen to candy, it was there for the taking year-round. Costumes are terrible, like suits. And I'm more afraid of small children than any ghost or goblin.
Pumpkin carving is Halloween's saving grace, a suburban equivalent to the Tibetan sand mandala. Although I didn't cut one this year, here's a look back at pumpkins past.
In 2009 Kathryn and I carved what we call the Elvira pumpkin.
In 2010 we dominated a company pumpkin carving contest with this pumpkin lamp shade.
Shades of Orange we called it and made a timelapse video of the process.
Even tossing its rotting carcass in the dumpster was beautiful.
In 2011 I celebrated my move to Amazee Labs with a logo carving.
In 2012 I bought the biggest f****n pumpkin I could find and carved this beast. Here's how that went down.
Here I am doing some cosmetic dentistry with a bread knife.
Unfortunately, just like Frosty Snowman, all my pumpkins have since melted away. They live on in pictures. A few weeks ago I commemorated Ol' Biggin with the illustration you see up at the top of this post. I'm trying to convince Kathryn we should frame it :)