PSoTD

hat tip to The Countess...

Busted. Indiana to California to Pennsylvania, I don't hear much accent in me.

Thank God we're not flying this weekend.

On another note: when did we start calling the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving "Thanksgiving Eve"?

It seems that all those years of John Madden hype over the Thanksgiving poultrystein has worked. I've stumbled more about turducken in regular news sources this year than ever before. It's even being written about in college newspapers...

Well, not really.

A long time ago, back in the early days of the Internet, I used to post strange skits on Usenet.

They were known as Play-A-Days, because I posted almost daily. At the time, I worked for another company, and one of the things I would have to do is sit in very boring legislative sessions for several hours, and another thing I had to do was travel, and in both cases, it would allow my mind to wander about what I saw, or heard, or imagined. (Lengthy exposure to legislative sessions can lead to insanity, I believe) So I'd scribble goofy things down, which eventually became the Play-A-Days.

At some point in the late 1990s, I decided it would be a good idea to make a place to archive these items, as if they were gems or nuggets or something semi-precious. At that time, on the Internet, with the creativity JUST beginning, perhaps they were semi-precious. But today I recognize them for what they are - literary gravel.

Which is a long way to say that when the domain for the Play-A-Day site ends in mid-December, I'll be removing the site. Here's your chance to experience the immature dabblings of a bored mind, at least my earlier immature dabblings, before the site is decommissioned. Of course, the blog continues with my current immaturity...

What Donut are you?

You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you. But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft. You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily. You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.

Damn. We decided we would use tiffany sconces for wall lights in our addition, and unfortunately, after deciding that, we realize that there must be a billion trillion different options in tiffany lamps, and every web site we find had 50 million options. Overload. Overload.

Just because coaching kids' basketball is a very rewarding way to spend a few hours each week.

Democrats may find themselves a bit stuffed from all the election results last night. You may want to email a Republican friend one of these if your candidate ate their candidate's lunch yesterday.

some good election news...

But there were more people out trick-or-treating last night in our neighborhood than I've seen in the past 10 years. Warm weather? More kids in the neighborhood? People searching for relief from an election just a week away? Alien invasion seeking chocolate for their planet? It must mean something...