November 27th, 2008


It's Turkey Time Again

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone reading this! This has never been one of my favorite holidays, perhaps because guys with weird hats exploiting the natives isn't as appealing as, say, the spirits of the dead walking the Earth, or a man in a red suit riding around in a sleigh drawn by caribou. I guess I prefer the holidays that are heavy on mythology to those that are focused on group meals. I do find it a little odd that I overheard so many people at the place where I do temp work asking others if they were ready for Thanksgiving. Come on, it's a holiday where you don't have to buy presents, hide eggs, choose a costume, or even buy heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. What's there to do to get ready, other than possibly cooking, which you can't really do ahead of time unless you want to defrost Thanksgiving dinner? Oh, well. I hope everyone enjoys their turkey, or whatever you eat instead of turkey.

Last night, bethje and I went out to Atlantic City, but we didn't do any gambling. We did, however, do something John Flansburgh has apparently never done, and ate at Hooters. It was an interesting experience, but probably not a place we'll go again. It was really loud in there, and I prefer a quieter environment for ogling women in skimpy outfits. {g} Incidentally, I have to wonder if the policy of only hiring girls with big boobs could count as discriminatory. I mean, there was that case back when I was in school of a woman filing a lawsuit to get into a military academy, and I have an easier time imagining someone wanting to be a Hooters waitress over someone wanting to go to a school where they get yelled at a lot. Anyway, the cheeseburger I had wasn't bad, but wasn't one of the better ones I've had, either.

Stolen Verse

Here's an interesting meme that I got from travspence:

Put your MP3 player thingy on shuffle and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results.

It can sometimes be a little hard to judge exactly what should be considered the first line, but here's what I came up with:
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