Here’s hoping your turkey isn’t plastic, and doesn’t come with strings (and smallpox) attached.
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Whether you’re doing it the old-timey way or kickin’ it tofurky-style, here’s hoping you have a great day with your families… Or, at the very least, I hope it’s survivable.
(The first link is via Metafilter… I’m thankful for Metafilter.)
Word.
U-2 …
(And it was the blankets that had the pox … and that was later, courtesy of the US Cavalry.) In the Pilgrim’s time and also from the Spanish, its was syphillis and the g-word.
Syphillis and the big-G spread from the Spanish so fast that by the time the first explorers from the East reached the West, entire native villages appeared abandoned … populations entirely wiped out by the “Euopean” plague before they had ever SEEN a European. Trade routes carried the stuff so quickly. Oh … and Happy Thanksgiving!
Per usual, the afterdark rule applies to Ol
Per usual, the afterdark rule applies to Ol
Okay. I forget to mention, we made it the Detroit parade this morn. (For the child indesisive it’s [almost] worth doing “it” for disarming delight of parades.)
And, due to the excessive crowd (damn other people) we found ourselves closer to the staging area where I got to watch a pensive and unbalanced giant-headed Elijah “Keepin’ it Real” McCoy sitting on a curb, leaning his bloated ho(a)llowed cranium against a black light post.
(That’s probably what kick-started my Thanksgiving uphoria.)
And, I’m too close to blackout now to write more, but if you want to know what the real cause for Detroit’s demise, remind me to tell you all sometime of the true story of the cursed, perenially marching giant heads.
Now to beds.
Okay. I forget to mention, we made it the Detroit parade this morn. (For the child indesisive it’s [almost] worth doing “it” for disarming delight of parades.)
And, due to the excessive crowd (damn other people) we found ourselves closer to the staging area where I got to watch a pensive and unbalanced giant-headed Elijah “Keepin’ it Real” McCoy sitting on a curb, leaning his bloated ho(a)llowed cranium against a black light post.
(That’s probably what kick-started my Thanksgiving uphoria.)
And, I’m too close to blackout now to write more, but if you want to know what the real cause for Detroit’s demise, remind me to tell you all sometime of the true story of the cursed, perenially marching giant heads.
Now to beds.
Sweet dreams … lol.
Don’t forget the part about Thanksgiving not even existing in its modern form until the DAR promoted it as a method of forced Americanization of the swarthy immigrants coming into our country (which at the time included most of my great-grandparents).
Hands down, my least favorite holiday, consisting of nothing but misinterpretation and subterfuge from 1620 to the present.
I had an okay time, by the way. Hope you did too.
we accidently had thanksgiving on monday because i forgot to put the turkey in the freezer and it was thawed monday morning.
it sucks to get old and weird.
I hope everyone had a Happy Turkey Day. Madeline and I will be attending the Santa Parade tomorrow in beautiful downtown Newton, NJ. As the decendent of a noted murderer of Indians, I say: GO BRAVES!
Thank you clownpuncher. It has been a long-held fantasy of mine to watch a bonafide clownpuncher in action during a parade (or rodeo). I can only hope you lived up to your name.
Thank you DAR. For your vision to assimilate all Schutzman offspring into mainstream America. Our own Brett is a shining testimony to your success.
And thank you Dorothy, for giving me the hope that it will one day be possible for me to be thankful on a Monday, and be the special kind of wierd that accompanies the well-aged, rather than the run-of-the-mill wierd that comes from hair and trousers.
Thank you clownpuncher. It has been a long-held fantasy of mine to watch a bonafide clownpuncher in action during a parade (or rodeo). I can only hope you lived up to your name.
Thank you DAR. For your vision to assimilate all Schutzman offspring into mainstream America. Our own Brett is a shining testimony to your success.
And thank you Dorothy, for giving me the hope that it will one day be possible for me to be thankful on a Monday, and be the special kind of wierd that accompanies the well-aged, rather than the run-of-the-mill wierd that comes from hair and trousers.
For what it’s worth, I love all of you.