I’m still fat and logey and wall-eyed from our big, overstuffed, Rockwellian Thanksgiving yesterday. Last night I dreamed of Squanto teaching the Pilgrims to bury peyote at the bases of their corn plants, giving every soul in Plymouth wonderful, terrible visions of the Second Coming of their Lord, visions so intense that sparks flew from the oversized buckles on their big, black hats.
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Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thanksgiving Quote of the Year
This blog entry from Jeopardy champion Ken Jennings sums up the post-Thanksgiving tryptophan haze quite nicely:
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