Friday Five & Darwinist

Friday, Oct. 21, 2005 - 9:50 a.m.

First, the Friday Five:

What do you like or dislike about autumn?

Like: The smell of burning dried walnut leaves. It's acrid and nutty and instantly takes me back to the walnut tree my grandparents had in their backyard. Somebody out there send me some, please.

Dislike: Having to change the bedding over to include the electric blanket. I can feel the wiring in it.

Have you raked leaves into a pile just to jump in them?

No. But once I was trying to throw leaves on a classmate and they landed on a teacher just as that teacher walked between me and that classmate. I had to stand against the wall for a recess. That was mortifying, because I Wasn't That Kind Of Kid and had never been in That Kind Of Trouble.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin and how did it turn out?

Yes I have. My freshman year of High School I took Decorative Arts, and we had to carve a pumpkin. It turned out sucky because I had to carry it home from school on the same day we cleaned out our lockers for inspection, and the pumpkin took a dive off of my pile of books and caved its face in on the sidewalk about three blocks away from home. I dragged the stupid thing home anyway, and named it Mongoloid Marvin.

Have you ever eaten anything made from pumpkins other than pie?

Leatherby's used to make a Pumpkin Spice Ice Cream with bits of crust in it. Oh. My. Gawd.

Where is a good spot to see the leaves change color where you live?

Not really. But if we drive a little south and head up Highway 35, it's pretty. And also, Sand Hill Road through Palo Alto is nice as well.

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I walked to the post office yesterday to send Old Buddy Dave some Penguin Caffeinated Peppermints to consume to help him stay awake when he's drumming, and on the way back home, I saw a piece of concrete I hadn't noticed before, decorated by two members of San Francisco's most numerous residents.

This image brought to you by Flying Rat Grafitti.

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Last night we drove through Golden Gate Park, and on one of the less wide and more twisting roads, there came a female jogger, in our lane, running the wrong way and not wearing any reflective clothing.

Dear Stupid Bint & Potential Darwin Award Winner: There's a JOGGING PATH about six feet to your left, up on the grassy embankment. The city and county spent a lot of money to put one there so morons like you wouldn't get run over at night by drivers who have the right to drive through the park in their own damn lane without human bodies as impediments. Please use the path in the future. Your luck will run out one of these days, mark my words.

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Have a good Friday and an excellent weekend. :-)

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