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The Best Time of the Year Isn’t a Season or a Holiday.
2 years ago
A group of drunks propping each other up will still topple when enough of them pass out. The Best Time of the Year Isn’t a Season or a Holiday. It’s a Week of Decadent Debauchery With No Name.
Until now. Welcome to Feral Week.
Article on Slate.com by Luke Winkie on DEC 26, 2023
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"That week is the best. Those mushy, languid afternoons after Christmas haven’t been designated with a colloquial name, but lately, I’ve been referring to them as “Feral Week.” Generally, Feral Week starts at the exact moment you have completed all of your familial yuletide traditions and have downshifted into a glorious neutral. Midnight Mass has been consummated; same with the strained salutations with ancillary aunts and cousins who may as well be from a different planet. There is no more serious money to spend, and the fruits of your paycheck have already been plundered from stockings, or lay unwrapped under the tree. The last laborious meals of the season—turkey, ham, perfectly crimped mincemeat pies, whatever—have already been cooked and consumed. All that’s left to do is sit around in sedentary stasis, waiting for civilization to click back into gear after the new year.
"That means my itinerary for Feral Week is decadent and depraved. I use this special time of year to get back in touch with my worst, baseline indulgences, and I encourage you to do the same. I might play video games in my pajamas from sunup to sundown without absorbing a single ray of natural light. Or maybe I’ll read an entire book while soaking in the bath and sipping on a double gin-and-tonic. Perhaps I’ll even eat an enormous weed gummy and slip into a wondrous, nonverbal stupor—digging my fingers into the couch cushions to avoid floating out of Earth’s gravitational pull—while watching, I don’t know, Hader-era SNL highlights on YouTube for hours on end. Of course, all of these degeneracies will be paired with the exact same carne asada burrito—extra guacamole, add sour cream—that I intend to order daily from the counter-service Mexican restaurant down the street. The world is your oyster, baby. Feral Week means never having to say you’re sorry."
Link: https://slate.com/human-interest/20.....new-years.html
Until now. Welcome to Feral Week.
Article on Slate.com by Luke Winkie on DEC 26, 2023
Cut and paste:
"That week is the best. Those mushy, languid afternoons after Christmas haven’t been designated with a colloquial name, but lately, I’ve been referring to them as “Feral Week.” Generally, Feral Week starts at the exact moment you have completed all of your familial yuletide traditions and have downshifted into a glorious neutral. Midnight Mass has been consummated; same with the strained salutations with ancillary aunts and cousins who may as well be from a different planet. There is no more serious money to spend, and the fruits of your paycheck have already been plundered from stockings, or lay unwrapped under the tree. The last laborious meals of the season—turkey, ham, perfectly crimped mincemeat pies, whatever—have already been cooked and consumed. All that’s left to do is sit around in sedentary stasis, waiting for civilization to click back into gear after the new year.
"That means my itinerary for Feral Week is decadent and depraved. I use this special time of year to get back in touch with my worst, baseline indulgences, and I encourage you to do the same. I might play video games in my pajamas from sunup to sundown without absorbing a single ray of natural light. Or maybe I’ll read an entire book while soaking in the bath and sipping on a double gin-and-tonic. Perhaps I’ll even eat an enormous weed gummy and slip into a wondrous, nonverbal stupor—digging my fingers into the couch cushions to avoid floating out of Earth’s gravitational pull—while watching, I don’t know, Hader-era SNL highlights on YouTube for hours on end. Of course, all of these degeneracies will be paired with the exact same carne asada burrito—extra guacamole, add sour cream—that I intend to order daily from the counter-service Mexican restaurant down the street. The world is your oyster, baby. Feral Week means never having to say you’re sorry."
Link: https://slate.com/human-interest/20.....new-years.html
Make karno come get you on new years eve, we are combining that with Mobsmass this year.
If we don't see you on New Years Eve have a safe one and we'll see you on the other side. :)
"Feral Week" sounds nice and furry, though I'll admit I never would have thought of calling it that. Happy upcoming New Year!