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Holiday? Am I to understand you're leaving the country for two weeks? Is it November already?

Working. But it'll be slow, and they'll at least bring us food, complete with the traditional Thanksgiving dessert of pumpkin pie cannoli.

damn strike tag.

that shoulda been [strike]pumpkin pie[/strike] cannoli.

Hey, be careful who you're striking!

I'm cooking, per usual. Turkey, sausage and herb stuffing with chestnuts, sweet potato french fries, roasted acorn squash with butter, fried okra (a sop to my redneck in-laws), potato soup with ham, frisee and chickpea salad, crusty wheat-loaf biscuits, pumpkin pie and cinnamon-pumpkin bread made from the halloween pumpkins. And I've laid in a liter of Erdinger Weiss (as well as a pint of Rumplemintz in the freezer) for myself later that evening, as my guests are, to a man, teetotallers. One does what one must.

Apropos of nothing, Umberto Eco's latest, The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, is a treasure. It's ten times the book of The Island Of The Day Before, perhaps more so due to it's accessibility. I consider it the highest of self-flattery, that I've started understanding Eco's jokes and catching his references. Barely.

Almost forgot: two chilled cans of cheapass jellied cranberry sauce. I've made the real kind, and it doesn't hold a candle to the canned kind. And you can't put the real kind on a turkey sandwich.

The strike tag is now acceptable OK allowed.

Bemoaning the fact that nobody will want to eat turkey thanks to the avarian flu.

Chickenshits.

I'm planning a day of heavy sobs in between sips of cold gravy from a can.

Seriously, though. TOFURKY and Stove Top, baby!

Am I to understand you're leaving the country for two weeks?
Almost - we're leaving Thursday and we'll be back the following Sunday.*

*Note to all burglars reading this site: There will still be 5 big dogs in the house while we are gone, and they are trained killers. Very, very ferocious.

We'll be spending it with pips' folks, since friday we'll be with my folks for popmc's 60th birthday. Don't want OD on family.

Tofurkey?

I'm still holding out hope for Bisurkey. or at least beef jerky.

I'll be working too. My thanksgiving dinner will be quickly crammed down my mullet while an impulsive (but gorgeous) lab-doberman mix watches anxiously.

But then I leave for Rome on Dec. 1, so I got that going.

quickly crammed down my mgullet

No cranberry sauce in my hair please. Thx.

I could not stand Island of the Day Before, though I loved Foucault's Pendulum so freakin' much.

But then I leave for Rome on Dec. 1, so I got that going.

Note to self: Change sheets. ;D

I recommend Foucault's Pendulum to all the people who breathlessly ask me if I have read Dan Brown's latest turdlette.

/snob

*seethes with jealousy for ufez*

We'll be hosting Thanksgiving dinner for eight plus two toddlers. Do you serve red or white with toddler?

I'll be barbecuing the bird in the Weber as usual, with bacon on its back, and sausage and stuffing in its innards. How barbaric.

Family will annoy each other, I will respond with liberal beering, wining, porting, and scotching.

Later, a sandwich in the wee hours, in boxer shorts.

Looks like Tizzie & I have the same idea. I'll be spending Thanksgiving with the Irish and then popping over to visit the Scots.

No. There will be no Thanksgiving haggis. Or post-Thanksgiving haggis. Or haggis of any kind. I generally try to shy away from foods in the "grey" category.

(But man, Fes, the dinner you're cooking up sounds awfully tasty.)

Aine, I did not know that! Should we have a 9622 meet-up in the Lake District?

Heck, I think I'm going to Cali to find kaf, eat some of his turkey, drink some of his spirits, and save him from his relatives.

One of the great embarassing moments in my life was the Thanksgiving that I decided I was going to cook the turkey on the grill, but neglected to measure the internal height of said grill beforehand.

I actually quite liked haggis when I tasted it. It was like a coarse, oaty sausage. I'm just sayin'.

Something about this latest comment disturbs me. Maybe it's the icon.

I'm having all the refugees back for Thanksgiving. Because I'm an idiot. I just got them all out, and now I'm inviting them back. *slaps forehead*

I'm going to eat a smoked turkey myself and let them eat MREs. It's really what they're used to by now. Good food would only make them sadder.

*seethes with jealousy for ufez*

Aw, don't seeth Fes. It's...erm, a family affair.

Every Thanksgiving Mrs. Slack and I make a huge Thanksgiving dinner, drink beer, and watch movies. This year it'll be Asian horror films and British beers. Even though both of our families are within a half hour drive we boycott all family and enjoy Thanksgiving with just the two us. They've already ruined Christmas, we have to enjoy one of these holidays every year.

Indeed, mio angelo. But my envy stems from his mere proximity to you.

god i love romakimmy....

Tizzie, I'll wave to you from Dublin on Thanksgiving. And, with any luck, the restaurant I found on my last Thanksgiving there that serves up a fairly traditional American Thanksgiving feedbag will still be in business.

Much as I love not having the family hassle on Thanksgiving, I sure do miss the food.

And vidiot, I've had haggis. I just won't be having it again. Wasn't really my thing.

I do plan on hunting down a can of the "vegetarian haggis" I saw in a Glasgow supermarket about 8 years ago. I'm still convinced that it's just oats in a baggie.

Hmmm. That mysterious icon I linked above has disappeared, but for those of you who missed it, it was a shot of a printout of Lovely Miss Brittney, with...um...a phallus next to her face.

Let me clarify that. It was a phallus lying next to a photograph of her. The weener was not actually in the photograph with her.

I hope that's clearer.

That is profoundly unnerving.

I saw it. It was unnerving. Very Ballpark-Franky

On the other hand, it's always nice to have fans.

9622.net: Very Ballpark-Franky.

(you knew that was coming)

Dana's in the paper. Not just any paper, the paper.

*sniff* And to think, I remember her when she was just a link in Salon.

I hope this doesn't mean all the women of 9622 need to be in the paper now. Color photo on the front page of a section... quoted in the NY Times... those are tough acts to follow.

And the Commish was in the Milford Daily News.

mmmm...the women of 9622.

Pictorial ahoy!

I'm just really glad that the gypsy woman was wrong about how I was gonna make the papers. Meth-fueled hostage crisis, my butt.

Wait, who was on the front page, again?

Me.
ColdChef's comments make that a wayyyy better picture.

OK, enough self-promotion. I've got a plane to catch, dammit.

Just an update: I'm 33547 words into my novel and it's awful.

I hate the NaNoWriMoFoToStoPloChops.

I guess the theme of the NaNu thing is that te worldneeds more crappy literature. I mean, not everyone is meant to write the great American novel, or even the marginally interesting American novel. Maybe it's worthwhile to do it just to find that out. Not that I'm one to talk, with the significant dearth of output I have failed to produce.

I wish I could sleep like this.

What really depresses me about NaNaNaNaHeyHeyHeyMo is that the one time I tried it I didn't make it near the proscribed 50,000 word minimum, and that was with me writing stream-of-consciousness Shooby Taylor babble for twenty pages at a stretch.

Meanwhile, William Vollman wins the National Book Award with a book that's roughly 5 billion words long and I'm going to assume that those words form sentences and none of the sentences starts out "Shree-shroob-shru-saw...."

Which is to say, ColdChef, DAMN THE TORPEDOES! FULL SPEED AHEAD!

If your goal is Vollmanian prolificity the solution, obviously, is to FUCK MORE THAI WHORES*.

* There was a time when I actually believed that.**

**I didn't fuck any thai whores, though.***

***There weren't any in my neighborhood.

For the first time in 20 years...I won't be cooking for three days, or hosting a horde of thousands. Yay! I'm going to someone else's house for Turkey day...and will instead, make a small turkey breast sometime this weekend so we can still have triptophan and cranberry sandwiches. ;)

Oh...and missed you guys! Howdy! Hope life is going well for everyone. :)

"What really depresses me about NaNaNaNaHeyHeyHeyMo is that the one time I tried it I didn't make it near the proscribed 50,000 word minimum"

I've got maybe a thousand words so far, but I have six days off for Thanksgiving (and I don't like football, and NASCAR's season is over) so I think I can blaze through the other 49K words in short order.

Now all I need is a plot and characters.

Now all I need is a plot and characters.

Everyone knows that's the easy part! The hard part is the spelling.

As for my Thanksgiving (which is my favorite holiday, by the way) I will be spending it with friends. The rest of the weekend will consist of sorting, crying, packing, crying, having a yard sale, crying, drinking, crying, passing out...

Why will I be crying? Because I'm giving up 80 degree weather for 40 degree weather. Good thing I love New York.

I'm with you on Thanksgiving being the best holiday, witchstone. (Well, ok, Groundhog Day is really my favorite, but Thanksgiving's the best of the big ones.) I'll be hunting around Dublin, looking for the restaurant I found 2 years ago that does the Thanksgiving feedbag. I think more places are figuring out that if you serve turkey & cranberries, the wayward Americans will flock in.

You all have a good one.

I will be arguing with my racist, homophobic extended family and whispering Liberal talking points in my two-year-old niece's ear. Then I will eat chocolate bourbon pecan pie.

I love my dead gay son!

I just put my turkey on the smoker. In 10-12 hours, I'll be ready to carve.

While my refugees sleep tonight, I'll be out on the porch working on my NaNoWriMo behemoth. 15,000 to go.

I totally fell asleep and my turkey dried out.

Fuck.

I'm bored.

*does a silly dance*

Yay!

(upload pictures!)

I love being drubk in the afternoonb.

Monkeyjockeys!

And I just walked past Ann Coulter. Bitch be scary-looking.

*whimpers*

Beware of her vagina dentata, dude. Cover yah heart, Indy...

40,000 words. Back on track. I'm running on pure gravy.

My turkey, my first 20 pounder, came out PERFECTLY.

My gravy, not so much. You *could* run on it, but you'd have to de-clot afterward. Only one argument (wife vs. her brother re: how many weeks constitutes human gestation - answer: 40!), only one major spill (father-in-law, sugar free lemonade, whole glass), and my late-night attaboy Rumplemintz was chilt to superbluousness.

I'd always assumed that Ms. Coulter was performing a sort of burlesque with all that snippitysnap?

AC is to political discourse what Hulk Hogan is to the sport of wrestling.

Except that AC is most definitely a heel.

Actually, I sometimes wonder if AC is on the payroll of the DNC. But then I remember that the DNC isn't that smart.

This is true (Hogan worked heel for a time in the late 90s, however.) Also, Hogan was more convincing.

I'd rather sleep with Hacksaw Jim Dugan than AC.

And Jerry Blackwell, so fetching in those tights.

Koko B. Ware. It's all about the plumage. Those pesky peacocks are on to something.

It's nice to know that you kept yourselves busy while I was gone.

I took a break from my wanking to finish my novel. And it sucks hard.

But it's done.

51,130/50,000 words.Yay.

WoooHOOO, you. Do we get a sneak preview?

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