A very fascinating book on tape... on Youtube. George Carlin is, and always will be, one of the funniest people ever to live. I consider him a kindred spirit. We share(d) a detached fascination with watching this doomed species circle the drain.

So. Glad. Thanksgiving. Is. OVER. I hate that damn holiday. If it weren't for turkey and pecan pie, I would die when November came around. Now Christmas is a real holiday. Eggnog, mistletoe, good music... there's so much more stuff to get into. And not necessarily with family. I truly get into the spirit of Christmas, and never for the presents. The presents suck, but the palpable happiness in the air has a lasting effect on me.

Just letting you guys know I survived the holiday, mostly unscathed. I was kiss-attacked by an overweight rottweiler, but that's a story for another day.