Thanksgiving
My buddy that is in the guard is coming home from Kuwait on leave for Thanksgiving so we are having a huge get together. (I think there will be 15+ people there)
Druken melee!
Our tradition is to have the stereotypical turkey dinner with all the fixings, which my wife & I enjoy making. (She does the turkey & stuffing, I do the pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and other sides.) However it's been an exceptionally stressful fall, so I'm going to try to encourage her to skip in this year in favor of everybody vegging out for a couple days. (Since she's quitting her job---last day tomorrow---she won't have to work on Black Friday for the first time in five years.)
Oh and Black Friday is her birthday. But we're not going anywhere (we have Philadelphia Orchestra tickets) unless we can find a #$&(*&*( babysitter.
Rho and I are going to chill at the crib and have a nice meal, featuring Sycamore's soon-to-be-famous-though-I-stole-the-recipe sweet potato pie.
Originally posted by daniwong
Druken melee!
Apparently, Dani started the festivities early...
ride ambulance during the day and have dinner with my friend and his mom (my family is ~3000 miles away)
This year's gonna be kind of nice. Just me, Case, my son and my brother (the one that doesn't have a girlfriend that annoys the piss out of me). We're gonna have a nontraditional dinner: a nice thick beef stew, homemade bread and pumpkin pie. Maybe some cranberry sauce. But not likely. Then we'll get drunk and play video games.
Originally posted by sycamore
Apparently, Dani started the festivities early...
I started years ago!!!
going to my grandmother's house to watch my uncle and grandfather fall asleep watching football and my twin cousins attack the cat and let my husband do all the chatting while i go outside with my mother and sister to smoke cigarettes in the cold..
Can I go hang out with you guys?
my butthead of a brother insisted t-giving at my house in columbus instead of mom's in virginia. so now my butthead brother, listening to various lies and evil statements from his poison wife, is not even coming, so now we're all screwed.
meanwhile, i'll be giving thanks that his b*tch of a wife isn't coming to MY house.
do i sound bitter?
I am.
We are going to drive 2.5 hours to my inlaws' place at the lake on T-Day AM, scarf furiously, then drive back home that night (if we can get away with it).
The wife's family is extremely Christian, and we are only extremely hungry. Not a good enough reason for an overnight stay in the face of such terrific religious conviction.
I'll be at the nuthouse.
Working
4-midnight (my regular shift.)
I have a theory (perhaps previously expounded on) about Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving is a holiday, that more than any other, brings together families that don't really like each other nor do they get along particularly well.
Earlier in the day, however, there is a lot to be done. Turkeys to be basted, pies to be baked, tables to be set. Everyone is busy, and the tensions don't really start to leak out.
Once the bird hits the table, all hell breaks loose. I think the electric carving knives have some impact on this effect.
If if weren't for the fact that I will be working until midnight the day before thanksgiving, I would usually prefer taking the day shift, but waking up at 6am is SOOOOO not an option. Not even for time and a half, and a holiday day to be taken at a later time.
That's up in the air for me. Dad and spare mom will be visiting her mother; nice ladies, both. So, I will ask one of my brothers or sister if I can hang around for the day and eat til I'm tired.
Going home.
It'll be like being with Wolf, but without Wolf.:(
Originally posted by case
Can I go hang out with you guys?
Hey! It won't be that bad. Geez.
Who's having fried bread? Good stuff.
Hey! It won't be that bad. Geez.
I know. :)
Our household takes Thanksgiving very seriously. I have a strong sense of tradition and I insist that I am able to carry out my ritual every year with NO variance. It goes like this:
I get up early, wake and bake, listen to Alice's restaurant several times, watch the parade with the kids, granny calls to tell me i'm watching the wrong parade, my wife gets up around 10 or 11, i sneak down to the basement for more ganj, then we go to my mom's house, i fillup on nuts, gerkhin pickles and cheese spreads so that i'm already stuffed by the time dinner is set. Then i eat 2 plates anyway. Next I leave the table early because the Cowboys game has started, nod off and snore loudly at half time, wake up for some coffee and pie, unbutton my jeans, finish watching the cowboys win, gloat to the eagles fans in the house. drive home as soon as possible because my wife can only tolerate about 4 hours of my mom ( matter-anti matter relationship) put the kids in bed, smoke more pot and fall asleep on the couch.
These traditions keep you rooted in the real world and remind us of what is truly important in our lives: Pot, Food, and Football.
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!
Awww, that's sweet, Bruce.
You're welcome to drop by the nuthouse. In fact, you might need it after family time is over.
thanksgiving is christmas for you guys right? is it the same thing? when is it? what is the celebration in memory of?? i dont understumble:confused:
Two separate holidays:
Thanksgiving (4th Thursday in November) commemorates the Pilgrims' feast with the Native Americans in Massachusetts...more or less...no one really thinks about that much.
Christmas (December 25th) commemorates the birth of Christ...sorta...kinda...not really anymore.
Ah i see, so i guess you would have a lot more participation in thanksgiving ceremonies more than christmas as it is historical rather then religious. Here, only half the ppl i know celebrate christmas because it is/was a religious celebration... as you say... sort of.
Actually, I'd say the opposite. More people seem to celebrate Xmas than Thanksgiving. But Xmas for a good number of folks is a day of eating, relaxing and getting presents, instead of celebrating the birth of Christ. Yet you'll probably find more people in church for Midnight Mass than at any other time of the year.
But let me ask you this, what comes to mind when you think of Xmas, since you're in the Southern Hemisphere?
I've been invited to celebrate Thanksgiving with the Hare Krishnas at their free vegetarian cafe.
I think that sounds like fun.
what comes to mind when i think about christmas:
Family,.. ppl decorating their homes with 10000 lights and "snowmen" even though our christmases are usually in the high 30degree celcius range - and any snomen, or fat men in wolly red suits would be in BIG trouble.
also of food i guess, yeah, and a little of presents, but the prezzies are more for the kids, once your like over the teenage years noone really bothers anymore. a bottle of wine maybe.
a competitive collection of Xmas cards because lets face it, the more card you get, the more popular you are ... right!!
i have always dreamed about how cool it would be to have a white christmas in america. because you all get so into it over there. it must be an awesome time.
Originally posted by Torrere
I've been invited to celebrate Thanksgiving with the Hare Krishnas at their free vegetarian cafe.
I think that sounds like fun.
Whatever you do, don't agree to stay overnight.
And watch out for the trance-like drumming and chanting.
Next thing you know you'll be shaving your head except for the little lock of hair with which Vishnu can yank you into heaven and wearing an orange diaper and pestering people in airports.
Stay home and eat turkey and fight with your family like an American, goddammit.
What kind of food are you guys having? Me I'm having...
Turkey
Ham
Mashed Potatoes
Cranberry Sauce
Cranberry Salad
Yams
Fried Bread
Rolls
Dressing(stuffing)
I think thats it.
I think I will eat fried babies
Ok, that was real uncalled for. Not funny, that hurt even if it was a joke.:(
Why do you do that?
What did I do to you?
I'm going to eat various endagered spiecies, some Koalas, Bald Eagles, maybe even have a panda or one of those turtles that refuse to breed...
And yes, finish it up with a baby or two for desert.
This is such a retarded thread..."Ooh what are you eating?" "I'm eating food..." "Are you eating food too?" "Why yes I am! How did you know?" "Oh I'm clever like that!" "Oh wow, it seems I had misjudged you all along, you're one smart devil!"
Sigh...
Well ya know what FNF if you hate this thread, don't read it or post to it.:angry:
Originally posted by april
Why do you do that?
What did I do to you?
He's upset that you didn't greet him and send him your lovley PMs. He feels left out and wants you to annoy him.
Funny HA HA HA... NOT!:rolleyes:
Originally posted by april
Well ya know what FNF if you hate this thread, don't read it or post to it.:angry:
Well you see I believe that it's much more helpful if in cases where I see a stupid thread I go and point out how stupid it is. This will in turn make other people realize that it is indeed a stupid post and it will die. That in turn cuts down on the number of stupid posts, makes the original poster feel stupid and hopefully overtime learn to make posts that are not stupid. Needless to say the later is very much unlikely for you, still sometimes I have far fetched hopes of you one day being able to produce something that's semi intelligent.
Remember, ignoring the problem rarely makes it go away.
BTW, cute icon.
Originally posted by april
Funny HA HA HA... NOT!:rolleyes:
No really. He said so himself in his introduction post. That you didn't read it shows how much you care for him. I'm sure that upset him even further. I think that now he's out looking for babies to fry and eat just to punish you off for your indifference towards him.
I thought you FNF, would never us the word "cute".
I am annoyed at not being annoyed! I like the fact that everything contrary to April's opinion construes hatred.
FNF - fuck the turtles that won't breed - its their eggs that are tasty.
Originally posted by insoluble
I am annoyed at not being annoyed! I like the fact that everything contrary to April's opinion construes hatred.
FNF - fuck the turtles that won't breed - its their eggs that are tasty.
But how do you get them to lay eggs if they won't breed? Do they lay them anyway? Or did you mean that I should fuck them, wait for them to lay some eggs, then eat those?
What in the HELL are you two talking about?
Well they ALL can't refuse to breed, and when that one does (edit: get pregnant and have eggs) - bam! You have to be right there.
Originally posted by april
What in the HELL are you two talking about?
What we'll eat for thanksgiving. Duh. Told you it was a stupid thread.
Originally posted by insoluble
Well they ALL can't refuse to breed, and when that one does (edit: get pregnant and have eggs) - bam! You have to be right there.
Hmm..wouldn't that now incredibly rare turtle be very hard to find? Can't I just fuck them myself? Hmm I wonder how turtles manage with that huge shell anyway.
Did I tell you that last time I was in China town they were selling LIVE turtles to eat? It was $7 and I even wanted to get one. But I had no idea how to cook it..so I didn't. But I have a picture at home!
I'm not posting on Thanksgiving anymore.
Originally posted by april
I'm not posting on Thanksgiving anymore.
Wow...almost there. If it said "I'm not posting anyone" that'd be perfect...
found this:
To butcher a turtle you start by chopping off the turtle's head. Be careful because the head will still bite even after it is removed from the body and the body will still crawl away after the head is removed. Turtles don't die right away.
When the body stops trying to crawl away, dip it in boiling water and scrape off the exterior layer of skin, including the shell. The result will be a bright white carcus, compared to the muddy brown-green you started with.
Next step is to remove the shell. Cut along grove on each side between the front and back legs. It is the narrowest part of the shell. The tail, neck and all four legs are attached to the top of the shell. Remove from shell and you have the bulk of the meat. However, there will be some meat on the bottom shell and top shell.
It is at this point that you remove the fat. Just roll back the skin and with a paring knife and your index finger scrape out the fat.
this step also applies to baby preparation :
When the body stops trying to crawl away, dip it in boiling water and scrape off the exterior layer of skin
Thanks for the info.
I'm really tempted to try it now...
Maybe I'll post pictures. The head did have a nasty looking beak thing.
I think cuttings it head off and then watching the body crawl about sounds like fun...
If you do it, you HAVE to post pics! Especially the bllod squirting out phase. I would recommend a sharp blow with a cleaver if you have one. A 8.5 inch chefs knife would also work. If you have babies for thanksgiving though, I urge you not to post pics - the authorities are touchy about that sort of thing.
I think we could have a new thanksgiving trend here.
now, I know how to stuff a turkey, what would you use for a turtle to bring out the flavor of it's delicately roasted flesh? Rice and Chorizo, maybe?
While it might be time consuming, I think using a bunch of medium sized ones and reserving the shells to receive the meat and stuffing might be really nice.
I saw a turtle.
(it's a fark thing)
You sure that's not a shark? I think it's a shark.
I'd not cut that turtles head off...especialy considering that it'll keep trying to bite me...
The turtles in Chinatown were smaller..like half a foot..
I caught a nasty snapping turtle while crabbing once. The @#$@ thing had my entire chicken neck in its mouth. it was HUGE.... and it wouldn't let go of my bait. these two guys were fishing where we were crabbing, and they asked for the turtle (shell nearly 2 feet long from front to back). so we gave it to them... they hog tied him & threw him in their old nova.
they hopped in, drove off...and suddenly swerved to the shoulder, threw open the doors, and went leaping for freedom. it was a truly entertaining sight.
I generally eat with the Hare Krishnas every Wednesday on the way back from karate.
Some of them are out of it, and the guy who brought it to America is nuts (if not an idiot), but some of the people that I've met their have been really cool. I've discussed poetry and language with the guru (who is the best of them, and largely the reason I go there).
Yikes!
Well Torr, if you enjoy it, and they're not forcing you into anything, then it's all good.
The minute you start talking some crazy smack though, we're sending Ury in to get you. And if that doesn't work, I'll drive all the way to Seattle to rescue you, then promptly beat the shit out of you.
Originally posted by Undertoad
Yikes!
Why do I get the impression that even though this guy is a herbivore, he could take my finger off with a good bite?
Originally posted by sycamore
Well Torr, if you enjoy it, and they're not forcing you into anything, then it's all good.
The minute you start talking some crazy smack though, we're sending Ury in to get you. And if that doesn't work, I'll drive all the way to Seattle to rescue you, then promptly beat the shit out of you.
One of my friends at work is a professional "Cult Exit Counsellor" (which is what deprogrammers prefer to be called). I think he'll give us a good rate ...
Originally posted by sycamore
Well Torr, if you enjoy it, and they're not forcing you into anything, then it's all good.
The minute you start talking some crazy smack though, we're sending Ury in to get you. And if that doesn't work, I'll drive all the way to Seattle to rescue you, then promptly beat the shit out of you.
Like G.I Joe, baby! After I pause for some literature and recipes.
Originally posted by april
I'm not posting on Thanksgiving anymore.
School's out on Thanksgiving.
Originally posted by insoluble
I think I will eat fried babies
D'oh!! LMAO! How about this:
I'm Told It Tastes Like ChickenYUCK!
just a big bloodbag really - seems nasty to me. I like this quote a lot though -
Sue suggested that a better approach would be raising the placenta and eating the baby. "Very tender at that age,"
for those of you who will be joining me in my Thanksgiving day ritual:
This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.
Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.
We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.
That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."
After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.
After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.
Came to talk about the draft.
continued on next post
I am so set for the holiday: I have at least a dozen beers in the fridge, soda, food, PS2 games, smokes...oh shit! I'll need to buy more of those tomorrow sometime. Damnit!
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They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it.
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.
"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:
("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")
I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."
And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.
And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.
With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.
So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.
We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.
All right now.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant
Lumberjim, that is just absolutely too cool.
I also pay homage to the group W bench on Thanksgiving.
:joint: - don't forget this part!
Thanks for the wild turkey and
the passenger pigeons, destined
to be shit out through wholesome
American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil
and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a
modicum of challenge and
danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to
kill and skin leaving the
carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves
and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until
the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For nigger-killin' lawmen,
feelin' their notches.
For decent church-goin' women,
with their mean, pinched, bitter,
evil faces.
Thanks for "Kill a Queer for
Christ" stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the
war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where
nobody's allowed to mind their
own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the
memories-- all right let's see
your arms!
You always were a headache and
you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest
betrayal of the last and greatest
of human dreams.
[COLOR=indigo]Stephen Crane:[/COLOR]
Ah, God, the way your little finger moved
As you thrust a bare arm backward
And made play with your hair
And a comb a silly gilt comb
Ah, God—that I should suffer
Because of the way a little finger moved.
[color=indigo]
This year, I'm thankful for my husband.
Also my family and the friends that stood by me and support me, even when I was making mistakes and wouldn't listen to advice.
I'm thankful my Nephew returned home from Baghdad safely, and that he's getting out of the Marines in March.
I'm thankful that my children are healthy, and that I'm relatively healthy (if over padded).
I'm thankful I have a decent apartment, and that I have enough for my family, and a little extra to give some to those who don't have enough, to make it better for them.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.[/color]
thanks, toad for doing whatever it is that you do to make the cellar live. Thanks to all of the people that give it life.
I'm thankful that you're back, OC! Was kind of worried about you.
I'm also thankful to be part of a community of such articulate and thoughtful people. LJ, I played Alice's Restaurant for my stepkids a few months ago, and they looked at me like I was crazy. I guess that's a measure of how much water has passed under the bridge since 'Nam, huh? I also profoundly enjoyed the Burroughs piece, cynical and angry though it is. Because it expresses ugly truths, and I'm thankful to live in a country where those truths can still be expressed (although it will now probably lead to you being investigated...hey, just like the 60's!).
It has been a tough year for me and mine, but here we are, standing and breathing. I am about to launch into feast preparations, and we've invited a few of our "stray" friends over to share in the bounty. As we partake, being Pagans, we will surely ponder the gifts of our gods and goddesses, and our good fortune to be able to both enjoy and share those gifts.
I hope you are all warm, full and happy today, and every day.
Originally posted by lumberjim
:joint: - don't forget this part!
Only if that's a Marlboro.
Yes, I went to college.
Yes, there are semesters of which I don't have clear memory.
Yes, I got over it.
Holidays are difficult for a lot of people. I was reflecting on this preparing to head to work, I realized that there was at least one thing I could offer to make it easier for some ...
First and foremost, for Sycamore. :joylove:
For my parents and family.
For my health (at least what's left of it).
Terry's job (seriously).
Our home that we share.
State sponsored renal insurance (oh, am I SOOOO thankful for that!).
That my cousin was able to return home from Kuwait and that she doesn't have to go back.
That so far, this seems to be a nice "no effort" Thanksgiving (I'm cooking). Guess that means I'm becoming an old pro. :D
Speaking of which, I gotta get back to it.
Hope everyone has a peaceful and blessed holiday. :)
Things for which I am thankful:
1) That the IRS cannot read my mind.
2) That bugs aren't any bigger than they are.
3) That Italians don't have wings.
4) Steaming hot grits.
5) Admins who leave Port 23 wiiiiiide open.
6) Hello Kitty.
In addition to my family, friends, and clueful colleagues, I'm thankful for everything that causes me to pause and have a good laugh every now and then. (Like the Office Suicide Assistant... good one, wolf!)
(looking at the Office Suicide Assistant) Death by pastry??
An assault pastry item? Preban maybe?
High Cap Butter, Black Talon Icing.
I call shenanigans. If wolf is going to off herself and there's no mention of a gun :confused: