For some reason, blogger's been down. Who knows when this post'll show up...

Let's see... Thanksgiving turned out to be very nice after all. It was a very surreal day, though. For starters, we awoke at around 4AM to some sort of unholy caterwaul outside the bedroom window. When we looked out to see what was going on, sure enough, the building across the street was ENGULFED IN FLAMES. I’ve never been that close to an honest-to-goodness blaze before and I have to say that it was a little frightening. People running around in their PJs, screaming, cursing… finally, the fire department came and put it out. We assumed that somebody had gotten up early to pop their turkey into the oven or something and an accident occurred. Of course, we have no idea, but… in the end, it was an apartment building and the windows are boarded up and the place has huge scorch-marks on the outside. What a lousy way to spend a Thanksgiving… homeless, with all of your possessions burnt to a crisp.

Carey had to work, also. Yeah, she has one of those jobs. Apparently, a lot of people like to golf on Thanksgiving. (You know, so far this isn’t sounding all that lovely… well, it improves… really).

Anyhow, she was off by 3:00, so she dropped by the natural food grocery store and picked up Thanksgiving vittles… a feast for two. Honestly, it was very impressive. Cranberry sauce, rolls, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, yams, green beans almandine, pumpkin pie… and a whole turkey. A WHOLE turkey.

Now, granted, it was a… well, not a baby turkey, but more a like a pre-teen turkey. (you know, that crucial age where the turkey starts to grow rebellious and becomes embarrassed of his parents…) Whatever, it was a little smaller than your run-of-the-mill gobbler. Since Carey is still, last I checked, a vegan, this bird was all for me. After a couple of hours in the oven, it was utterly delish. Needless to say, it’s been turkey sandwiches for every meal since and it looks to stay that way well into February.

The night before, our new DVD player arrived. So the day, for me anyhow, mostly consisted of feasting and rediscovering the delights of DVD. I even went out and purchased a couple of new discs for the occasion. (Monsters Inc. and The Royal Tenenbaums, if you were wondering. Excellent films and very cool DVDs… I know, my tastes are a little strange. I must be the only guy in the country that has A Bug’s Life sitting next to Natural Born Killers in my collection.)
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So, I guess it’s officially the Christmas season. Normally, I’d consider posts about the weather to be maddeningly dull, but I can’t help but point out that it’s a somewhat brisk (yet sunny) day here in Long Beach, temperatures in the 60s. However, a quick check to weather.com tells me that, back home, they’re enjoying temps in the very snowy teens. Oh, yes. It’s good to be in So-Cal.
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And be sure to check out the latest script, by the way. Mike McFarland of West Jefferson, Ohio supplied the title to this instant perennial: Cheese Graters and Hand Grenades.

I’m beginning to over-think some of these scripts a bit too much, I think. I’d like to get back to the ease and brevity of the first ones, but it’s difficult when I remember that I actually have a bit of an audience.

Well, whatever, I received a very nice slew of suggestions this week from some folks who had never suggested before. Big fun!