My, wasn’t that a fun little trip across Pennsylvania, trying to avoid the traffic congestion explosions? Why, yes. Yes, it was. All the fun in the goram world…

Chalk it up to the Principle of Conservation of Suck: there is a fixed amount of Suck in every trip. If you avoid Suck in one area, there will be an increase of Suck in other areas to compensate. So, since there was almost no Suck during the Thanksgiving visit itself, well…

Today is actually Thanksgiving for me…

…my father-in-law does Thanksgiving on Friday to allow everybody to get here in time and without undue fuss and feathers.  So I slept eleven and a half hours last night and am now ambling lazy about the compound.  There was bacon. Later, there will be roast turkey and homemade pies.  So I’m sure that you folks can carry on without me too much today.

Seriously, you should all be relaxing and eating turkey-and-stuffing sandwiches and eyeing the last of the pie anyway.  Enjoy!

And the running-around has started!

Schedule got completely warped by the battery thing, of course.  The best part of today was when we realized that we forgot to get dry cat food for the cat this weekend. So, of course I told my wife Sure, I’ll go to the supermarket.  On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. At night.


This was not the smartest thing that I have ever done, obviously.  I mean, it wasn’t a disaster – that one person didn’t actually try to strangle that other person who hadn’t seen the half-aisle long line for the self-checkout kiosks – but oh, dear.   The cashier for my purchase stopped dead cold afterward and said This was the easiest transaction I’ve done all day.  It’s a shame we don’t have tip jars for supermarket cashiers, because I would have given her one for that alone.

Driving tomorrow.  Yay!

Since a bunch of people are going to be traveling tomorrow…

…Happy Thanksgiving!  Expect desultory posting this weekend.  We’re doing the travel thing ourselves, but it’s pretty much guaranteed that the wi-fi’s going to be bad and I expect to be decompressing something fierce for once.  Heck, I don’t even know how long we’re staying: winter is going to be maybe making an early visit this weekend where we’re going.

So everybody drive safe, assuming that you’re stuck driving at all.

You won’t believe how mercenary this post is!

Ten hours sleep! What a concept.  Anyway, thanks to the miracle of sales four annual passes to Colonial Williamsburg turned out to be cheaper than two adult’s and two kid’s one-day, so it’s off to pick them up and a full day of dragging the kids to various historical things, in the hope that the history will rub off on them or something.  But there will be lunch and rum punch, so it’s all good.

Anyway, this is likely to be one of the few posts you see here today, and it’s frankly up in large part because of Black Friday.  If you’re in the mood to rebel against it by ordering stuff online, well.  This link will take you to Amazon.  Yup. It sure will.

See all y’all on the flip side, folks.

Moe Lane

And Happy Thanksgiving!

Free Wi-Fi at the timeshare.  Also, dinner buffet at the Cracker Barrel, which means I get two Thanksgiving dinners out of this weekend, not one. Not to mention a birthday cake for the youngest kid, probably. Folks: have a good holiday and let it all be good. Tomorrow or Saturday is going to be plenty soon enough to start going to the races again.

Moe Lane OUT.

Happy pre-Thanksgiving!

…I say this because I just found out that Wi-Fi is extra at the timeshare that we’re going to, so I may be taking the hint, and the rest of the week off.  Awful of me, I know. But I probably need the enforced vacation, not least because I’m on the verge of grinding my teeth over this particular primary season.

But I digress. If I don’t say it later, let me say it now: everybody, enjoy your Thanksgiving. Hope you all have somewhere to go.

Ah, the start of holiday season.

As in: it’s time, once again, for the Online Left to remind us that they apparently have no idea whatsoever about how to act like properly socialized human beings at the Thanksgiving table.  What gets me is that they keep writing this stuff every year.  …Do they forget?  Is this, like, a Cosmopolitan thing*?

Anyway, nothing I have beats this for snark (via Twitchy/Instapundit):


Moe Lane

*I am given to understand that Cosmopolitan pretty much just recycles its issues at this point.