Tomorrow, of course, is Thanksgiving.

Sadly, I don't have a crazy, drunk uncle to spice everything up by groping someone or saying something completely inappropriate at the dinner table. I guess I'm getting to the point where I could qualify as that person. Although I have no nieces or nephews, I am crazy and could pretty easily say something horrifying at the dinner table that would bring everything to a standstill. That's probably something to think about. Maybe not this year, but perhaps in coming years.

Anyway, I was called out my my esteemed colleagues, Senores Fins y Senzon, for not posting around these parts lately. I'm a little burned out on the writing, so I took a little break. It didn't help. I'm still burned out, but I've got a few things to share:

1) This has been in the news cycle for a little while, but it's no less disturbing each time that I see or hear about it. I'm mostly numb to the news at this point (because there are so many people busy destroying our planet in a variety of highly entertaining ways), but every once in a while, I'll read a story and be heartbroken, angry, frustrated and disgusted all at once. This is one of those stories.

2) Nirvana: Unplugged in New York was released on DVD yesterday. VH1 Classic ran the original 1993 broadcast last night, which I promptly DVRed and added to my "Save Until Manually Deleted" list, right next to the Best of Tom Hanks on SNL and the episode of Saved By The Bell where Jesse gets hooked on pep pills.

Labels: holidays, stuff