The other day I wrote a moral equivalency post which touched on sex with pumpkins in what some might consider an unseemly manner. I really should be more ashamed of myself, but it could have been worse. (If I'd been really stirred up I might have said "Peter Peter pumpkin eat her" or something.)
In the interest of proper atonement, I thought I should let readers know that thanks to Charles G. Hill (who also posted a computer snake I couldn't identity), I stumbled across a less lascivious, more practical use for pumpkins.
Intel inside?