...I called into the kitchen last night, then realized how it would sound out of context. Maybe because I was holding a "big, sharp kitchen knife" and wearing a shirt of Michael Myers wielding the same.
Yes, it was carving time at the Anarchivist household. Jacks were lanterned. Styrofoam tombstones were removed from plastic wrap. A light rain spattered at the windows, and when I took the bag of innards out to the garbage, I tracked in a bunch of wet yellow leaves when I came back in. And the whole porch ended up smelling like warm pumpkin.
Then we went in and watched Hellraiser. Perfect night.