Posting will be intermittent (and likely scant) through Thanksgiving. My wife is leaving on a business trip again tomorrow, so I’m going to use the next few days to get the house ready for Thursday, and to get the rest of the Xmas shopping out of the way.
Guest posters are welcome to fill in.
And as always, there’s plenty of good stuff over at the Pub.
so, will you be frying a turkey?
I have some poetry if you need some filler. It’s the lyrical stuff, lotta artey-fartey sort’a open road no rules Russianey-artsy, spatial acmeistey cum porno-ey inspired highwire stuff.
Better idea, thor. Take the rest of the decade off. Rest up for the coming great depression.
“Here I sit
all broken hearted
came to post
and only farted.”
-thor
Have a nice few days off, Jeff. If you can say that Thanksgiving preparation and subsequent Black Friday shopping being “off”, that is.
In the meantime, curl up with a nice, comfortable Salon article. The part about Kos “wisely” doing something had me in stitches.
Remember, this is a former staunch Republican writing this, and it’s even more sidesplittingly hilarious. How you trace a path from there to not left-wing enough assessments of Obama’s cabinet picks might be interesting, but for now it just makes for teh chuckles.
Oh, and the approving link to the firedogs is icing on the cake.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours — and I’ll take this opportunity to once again thank you for everything you do here.
Happy Thanksgiving Mr. Goldstein except I do not like it when there is the scant posting. I did my Christmas shopping this weekend because I am on the ball.
It’s Take Your Turtles To Work Day. oh. I think it might just be for me. We’re having an inspection at the very not-Barbary Lane apartment building what I live in and my friend P couldn’t take them this time cause he had a tiff or whatever with his apartment manager he hates. Boss person is gone so it’ll just be me and NG and OG but still I think this is how one becomes known as an eccentric. I like idiosyncratic more better. I should have worn jeans and a hoodie today cause this argyle thinger now that I look at it sort of matches the little guys’ shells. Actually it matches them a lot.
It’s very very foggy here in Los Angeles this morning. Usually that means people will die.
It’s not that they’re dying, it’s that they’re getting lost in the converging time lines.
Oh, wow. I haven’t read any of that old Marc Despard stuff in a while.
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You talking to me, Slart? Because I was making a Niven reference. “For a Foggy Night”, to be precise.
Oh. I thought you were channeling Gordon Dickson’s Time Storm.
That was dumb. I get home and they only spot-checked a few units. Not mine. I spent half the weekend cleaning which I needed to anyway but I still feel sort of like there was trickery involved. And so I come home and look and look and refresh and refresh and no buttons nowheres. This week is starting off kind of sucky. All my ducts are humming along though. That’s not nothing.