So the site's been a little neglected
lately, yea? It's true. My bad. November rushed past in a sleepy
blur, and boy do I mean sleepy. Swear I must have spent at least one
whole week in bed for no reason other than why not? In truth I
accomplished quite a few things in turkey month (though novel
progress has stalled dramatically). From another tv special, work,
some more personal PC education, and even a couple of first time
experiences, it wasn't an awful month, just awfully short lived.
I'm sure most of you are probably
still feeling the leftover pangs of Thanksgiving in your guts. While
not my favorite holiday by quite a long shot, I still look forward to
the few traditions I've attached to it. The first one to be indulged
this year was my new booze gift set. This year I went with the shine.
Midnight Moon. Hadn't really tried it
before outside of this one goofy mixed drink I took down during my
nephews birthday (thank you Logan's Roadhouse!) which already put it
high on the interest list. What put it through the roof and right in
top place were the teeny tiny mason jar shot glasses along with a
mason jar pour spout. The shot glasses are just straight up fun.
Makes you fill like a giant sized hillbilly. the spout presents a
much more interesting project as I can now store any homemade krupnik
or candy vodkas in jars with easy access come drinky time.
Now I ended up with the apple pie
variety, which seems to be the only kind in gift set form. I would've
liked some choice in the matter but lucky for me it ain't half bad.
Sorta has a melted candle/cinnamon candy aura to it without being
overpowering. Mixes decently with other stuff, especially ginger ale.
Trick is, it's a major sleepy time drink. While it's low in alcohol,
there's a whole warming medicinal quality to it that just makes ya
start to drift off into slumber. I'd mark it as a success though
cause I'm willing to give other flavors a go...just not during gift
set season. There's a big box of tequila that's calling my name. God
am I ever thirsty.
So the Macy's parade was more painful
than ever this year. I usually DVR it as an endurance test to see how
much corn my body can take but this one nearly took me down. Never
ceases to amaze me how many musical acts they can put together out of
people I've never heard of. Seriously folks; if you want to feel
detached from modern pop culture just go to Macy's. All in all our
favorite piece of the whole show was the absolutely horrid lip synch
on seemingly all but one of the performers. Best ones were the people
who just shoved the mic into their face so you couldn't see their
mouth movements. That's the sign of an ace performance.
The third and final of my Thanksgiving
traditions is the cinematic turkey. This year we laughed our way
through Samurai Cop. Oh what a beauty this thing is. Absolutely
getting a full article on here soon. I haven't had a smile that big
since Flesheater. Found it a little odd that my brother kept turning
to me to report that the movie was shit. Guess he doesn't get the
meaning of “let's turn on a bad movie.”
There's other stuff I want to cover,
but let's save that for a second post in a day or so. Gotta run into
work, pour some coffee down my throat, and deal with some personal
bizz as well. Should be a lot more updates this month, so stay with
me folks.
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