One day until Thanksgiving.I like this holiday. No presents. Nothing too churchy. Just family and friends and a pair of really big pants and the goal of being prone on the floor, so full that the only noise possible is this one:
Gluuuuhhh.
I'm in charge of the yams this year. This is exciting, since I am a Super Yam Fan. In years past, all manner of yam atrocities have been committed - marshmallows, nuts, pineapple, apples, brown sugar, corn, lemons, coconut, orange zest, raisins. Not this year. Nope, I'm making Baptist Lady Yam Pie. It will be so fantastic that I am thinking about making some right.this.moment.
In other news, I've been talking like a robot from the 70's today. I've noticed that using a fake accent (this robot is from Ukraine) makes me feel more creative. I've been looking for a link that properly illustrates exactly how one could replicate this sound, but to no avail. Instead, I got sidetracked and listened to a series of Neko Case songs.
Hold On, Hold On
That Teenage Feeling
Which made me think about the Ditty Bops:
Wishful Thinking
Which made me think of Mike Doughty:
27 Jennifers
Which made me think about that surfer who recently explained the way the world works, but charmingly couched in 'Whoa Dude' Speak:
Just goes to show you that sleeping in a yurt really is the way to go.
Which then made me remember that I've been meaning to listen to the absolute best Andrew Bird song that I like so much, which, in turn, always makes me think of Anita Blake, Vampire Slayer:
Fake Palindromes
This, friends, is exactly the way that my mind works.
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