a short commentary on the regenerative powers of my thumb

you know ... given the opportunity, i think i could eat twice zoey's weight in mashed potatoes and gravy.

so, this is thanksgiving, huh? it's not so bad. frankly, i don't think i would have noticed it if not for the parade and the 37-cent/pound turkey. and the house guests. had it not been for those hints, i might have jumped directly into the christmas season with a quick nod to halloween and no regard for autumn whatsoever. kind of like target.

however, the constant reminders to buy turkey and bread kept me mostly on track. mina told me to go home early wednesday and enjoy the nice, long weekend. it wasn't until the next day that i remembered why all that was happening. oh, yeah ...

why do we celebrate thanksgiving, anyway? well, i'll tell you.

a long, long time ago, a species of humans known as "pilgrims" who were infamous for wearing black clothes, big hats, and belt buckles decided they were better off sailing over the edge of the earth than they were in england. i've never been there, but i've heard things about the food.

as it turns out, they did not sail over the edge. nor did they land in texas ... although they could have because texas was really, really big back then. but, no ... they hit some other state.

anyway! after an exceptionally slow disembarkation that caused most pilgrims to miss their flights to warmer climates, they built a football stadium for their world championship football team and then began spreading out and settling more colonies along the east coast because, really, what's the point if you're not within two hours of a beach?

cozy now, and with professional football, the pilgrims decided they were in as good a position as any to begin giving thanks to someone ... maybe god ... maybe bob kraft ... certainly not gary bettman ... for sports and turkey. they also thanked whoever it was for allowing them to live in a country that was far from tyranny seeing as they could now sue anyone at will for any minor incident, thereby severely watering down the term used in most countries as "law."

and then, after discovering the art of twisting meanings for the good of the one, they ran all of the american indians off their native land because they wanted to build malls in which they could run up billions of dollars of credit card debt all in the name of christmas. soon enough, the american indians recognized the brilliance in the plan and established shops of their own that eventually flourished because they didn't charge tax. talk about fulfilling the american dream.

so, as you can see, the true meaning of thanksgiving is still very much alive ... thanks mostly to retailers, lawyers, john madden, and paul prudhomme. how can we not give most of the thanks to the man who invented the turducken?

if it can be bought online, you are so getting one for christmas.

p.s. i cut my thumb while i was washing dishes yesterday and it still stings like hell. it wasn't even that bad a cut.