My father-in-law sent me a scan of the cover of this month’s New Yorker:

I decided that I simply must make one of my very own.

We had a little spare time yesterday afternoon, so we decided to get our Halloween pumpkins before we procrastinated our way right into Thanksgiving. We headed out with Shawn and his kid to Bo’s Produce, a little home-grown stand in SeaTac run by the Tom and Ray Magliozzi of vegetables. These guys are great, always ready with a smile and a joke. We’ve been getting our pumpkins from them for the last five years or so.

Poring over their selection, I found a perfect candidate for making my own Dick-O’-Lantern. Slightly off-center (unlike the design model, who is completely off-center [rim shot]), with a high, bulging forehead. Ehhhhxcellent. This is what I came up with:

Too bad I didn’t plan a little better; I could have gotten him a little rifle and carved another Jack-O’-Lantern being shot in the face. 😆