1 year later, and I still don't understand why we continue to punish ourselves so severely at Thanksgiving dinner by eating mass quantities of generic and often poorly cooked food.

Wait, what's this, some kind of rerun? Maybe. Well, not if you're new here.

Right now at this time of prescheduled posting there's approximately 7 family members, 5 dogs, and 2 cats all being crammed together into one small house (mine), as we ready for the most Mexican Thanksgiving possible. Over the next week and a half I expect to be cooking spicy foods, yelling spicy words, eating spicy dishes, and any combination of the three at once.

Like I said, Mexican.

That means I've got no time for this blogging thing right now, or for visiting blog friends. I'm sure you understand. So no comments today. I can't respond to them, anyway. Feel free to stalk me on Twitter in the meanwhile. I'll probably say something stupid there. It's become a bit of a habit.

So have a great Thanksgiving if you're into that kind of thing. And if you're not, eat way too much food with your family anyway. It's still a good time, and the sedation makes it harder for them to yell.

I'll see you in December. Maybe I'll finally even let you in on that crazy project I'm working on.

Cheers and stay thankful, friends,
Bryan

Beer: Lagunitas IPA
Music: Eli Filosov