Dr. M and I carved our jack-o-lanterns this evening, after the delightful experience of being the only childless adults at the San Carlos pumpkin patch on Sunday. I picked a pumpkin that was sort of lopsided, intending to carve the face on the side that was pointing somewhat upward to create the impression that the glowing demonic head was looking up at you.
I carved a classic triangle-eyes-and-large-mouth jack face, and then stood the pumpkin up to see how it would look. Unfortunately my zealous excisions from the upward-facing side shifted the pumpkin's center of gravity toward the opposite side, meaning that the pumpkin will no longer stand up of its own accord. Fortunately I can lean it against a wall or other pumpkins.
Depheated by physics yet again. Luchenko learn nothing.