All hail King Thomas, Seventh of his Name.
Well then, it’s been a bit since I last posted here on Dinosaur Bear. I was thinking it was July or something, nope, turns out it was actually March. Time has gotten away from me in this year of the Rona pandemic (a pandemic Dinosaur Bear predicted back on January 17th for reference, no seriously). Of course regardless of what my own life entails, one must devote oneself to the greater powers that be, and in our case our most spatially proximate entity of omnipresence happens to be a series of pumpkins that manifest for us each year.
This year we find ourselves blessed with the presence of Thomas VII. He came to live with us (or rather, possessed our space for his own endeavors) on September 25th, 2020. He is preceded in house Thomas by Thomas I, Thomas II, Thomas III, Thomas IV, Thomas V, and Thomas VI. Thomas VII has a sticker which claims he is from California, land of Meem, but it’s a safe bet that this sticker was merely materialized by Thomas VII in order to better blend in with the mundane mortal pumpkins.
Sticker or mark of the beast?
As we are in a pandemic I find myself wondering what Thomas may have had to do with that, or, alternatively, if Thomas did not use its godly powers to invoke such death on humankind, then what does Thomas think of such affairs? As we of such simple minds cannot comprehend the glory that is Thomas, we can only wonder and ponder his righteous glory.
In the meantime, we have adorned the apartment with offerings to Thomas. As Thomas seems to be an aspect of Fall, we generally try to offer up Fall-based goodness in Thomas’s name. This time we offered pumpkin beer (Marble Pumpkin Noir) and a handmade pumpkin candle.
Until next time,