oh yeah, thanks
I had the nerd-trendiest Thanksgiving ever: drove to San Jose Wednesday night, ate non-stop turducken on Thursday and Friday, and went geocaching on Saturday. Geocaching was very close to perfectly wholesome, except I ripped a big hole in the butt of my pants and went around for several hours showing my underwear to the world.
Today I learned once more that California is a really big state that takes a long time to drive through. I am thankful for candy corn, organic carrot juice, duck fat, thimbles, felt-tip markers, the word “finagle”, nail clippers, and vanilla. I am not thankful for finals, George W. Bush, books about why women should be submissive in marriage, or quarters that have been too munged-up to fit in the washing machine slot.
The great and powerful Rasmus is now safely ensconced on my living room couch; watch his blog for hijinks and catty remarks about the filth in my kitchen.