Wake Me Up When November Ends.
Ugh… it’s incredible how time goes by unnoticed when the daily routine overwhelms ones attention. Since my last entry I’ve married off my sister, spent some time in Ireland, and was passed over for the role of the next incarnation of James Bond… your loss you crumpet munching wankahs! What can I say, no rest for the wicked huh? So, I’m back briefly just to let people know that I AM still alive, that I haven’t been marooned on a mysterious island, that I haven’t been abducted by alien visitors, and that I wasn’t chained in my parents basement… well, not THIS year anyways.
And now it’s Thanksgiving, a time to celebrate all that we have in our lives that truly matter; our wonderful families, our fantastic friends, and the ability to grow a kick-ass 70’s man-stache… oh , wait… that last one’s on my Christmas list… never mind.
So before you slip into your obligatory gravy-induced Tryptophan coma, I would call on everyone to take a moment of reflection to remember what each of us has to be thankful for, not only on this day but all year long, before we become whipped up into a fad-focused frenzy of the consumer-stampede that is the Yuletide season when we are all too easily anesthetized and hypnotized by brightly colored blinking lights, halcyon dreams of glistening candied delights, and visions of a gloriously luxurious stache!
Now pass me my plate and get me the plunger… I gotsta make room for that last piece of pumpkin pie!