How was your Thanksgiving break?
Not that I care. Who really asks these things and cares about the answer? Especially here on a website where I don’t know you/you don’t know me. It’s a formality, so please, keep your Thanksgiving turkey/turducken stories to yourself while I tell you about mine:
I had an uneventful Thanksgiving. All I know is I didn’t end up with a piece of turkey liver in my mouth a la last year or the year previous. More often than not I will be plowing through my Thanksgiving meal forcing quantity not quality and inevitably a piece of turkey liver will show up in mouthland. It takes all the manpower not to vomit all over, but in the process, the entire contents of Thanksgiving dinner roll out of your mouth, down your turkey bib and onto your khakis. Disaster avoided.
I had a rare moment this weekend where I was not hastily doing homework for the impending end-of-the-semester deadline. My mind is only thinking about letterform and photography. The latter being more interesting, while letterform has only managed to burn the letter A into my retinas. No need to explain – it doesn’t make sense to me either.
Intersparsed between homework and not having fun, I did wage Black Friday (aka the busiest shopping day of the year). I made the trip down to Fry’s Electronics considering picking up an 80gig hard drive, not so much because I needed it, but merely because it was a smokin’ deal. The parking lot was so full if Burt Reynolds turned sideways, he would have knocked down half a Mormon family, two shopping carts, and scratched the clear coat off five cars with his mustache. Burt Reynolds wasn’t there, but you can imagine. It took me about 15 minutes, but I found a parking spot. It was a close call, but the car fit. I headed in and saw the longest checkout line I had ever seen. I went to the hard drive section, saw there were none left, was asked various questions by non-techie senior citizens about hard drive technology, and then left the store. Merely because I am 20, people assume I know everything about computers. And of course I do, I just don’t work there. So I left the store, found my car, neatly scratched from some bozo who doesn’t know how to park, and drove off.
Regardless, Black Friday wasn’t a wash – I purchased art supplies. I walked out of Michael’s with nine frames, two mat cutters and a ruler. I was about to leave when the impulse items – several Christmas trees – caught my eye. I bought a $15 one that looked sturdy. I brought it to the apartment hoping it would pop out of the box fully assembled with blinky lights and an animatronic Santa at the top of the tree. It didn’t. The tree had 50 tree parts and a one-page instruction sheet with a picture of a lady falling over in her chair. I didn’t understand the instructions mostly because I didn’t see where the lady fit into the whole setup process. Instead, I followed the clever color/letter coding and built the best Christmas tree in our apartment. It leans and it has no ornaments, but I shoved an empty pack of Marlboro’s on the top (interim Santa/Angel), so it’s got a bit of class now.