Halloween Post #8: Geek-O'Lanterns
by Steve West on October 31, 2007

Happy Halloween! Celebrate this absurdly lovable holiday with a time-consuming habit of making a jack-o-lantern. Despite the inherent silliness of carving a gourd as an act of celebration, these pumpkins are very impressive. My pumpkin would rot in the two weeks (at least) it would take me to carve it into an extremely lame version of a Death Star. Wish I could commission one from that guy.
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